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“No, it’s okay. You obviously needed to get that out.” I place my hand over his and he places his other over them. I can almost feel the tension flow out of him.

Tim continues, “I never even talked about that with my wife. I didn’t know it was even a thing in my head still. To answer your original question, yes, I’ve been hunting and I know a bit about it. Why do you ask?”

“I used to go hunting with my dad, too, and I’d like to buy a new rifle. Take up hunting again. I don’t have anything except the medical practice, and I think it would be a good way to reconnect with my dad memories.”

“I know there’s a gun range just outside of town that has an excellent reputation. They sell all the gear you could possibly want or need, right down to deer pee!”

“Oh God. I remember that now you mention it. It stinks to high heaven. Dad used to keep it in a fridge in the garage, next to his beer.”

My phone rings and derails the memories for a moment. Picking it up from the table, I take the call. “Hello?”

“Hi Jamie, this is Smoker from the MC.”

“Hi Smoker. What can I do for you?” I can’t have had a call from him before as his name didn’t come up.

“I have a vehicle to drop off for you, and then you can get rid of that rental. Just wondered when a good time would be?”

“I didn’t know I had a vehicle coming. Can we do it tomorrow? In the morning?”

“If that’s the best time for you, that suits me. I’ll swing by in the morning and take the rental away at the same time. See you tomorrow.” The phone goes dead before I have time to respond. I think all the bikers at the MC are the same when it comes to phone conversations. Say what has to be said and close out.

“I have a new vehicle coming in the morning. How about you come around and when it’s delivered, you can take me over to this gun range and I’ll see what they have that I may like?”

“No problem. I’ll go get some jobs done now, and then it will leave me free in the morning.” Tim stands up, takes his cup to the sink, and starts to wash it.

“Tim, you don’t need to do that, or try to do jobs today for tomorrow. I’m the boss, remember? Anything you do for me can be classed as time on the books.” Oh, my stars, that came out so wrong. “Tim, I didn’t mean that the way it sounded. I appreciate that you're doing things as a friend and not just as a work thing. I’m so sorry that it came out like that.”

Looking down at the floor, Tim shades his eyes and looks closer at whatever he has spotted. “Doc, I think I can see the Sydney Opera House.” Stealing my comment from yesterday has me shaking my head and then giving him a hug.

“Okay, get out of here. I’ll see you tomorrow and thanks for everything.”

*~* Molly *~*

Getting a call from Fury saying he needs to speak to me urgently not only surprised me but had me worried. I know it’s nothing to do with Breaker because as soon as Fury did the spit-it-out then hang up thing, I called Breaker straight away. He doesn’t know what it could be, other than a Jamie thing.

If he thinks I’m going to step-in on his behalf, he has another think coming. I class them both as my friends, but she isn’t in the wrong for calling an end to it. He should have had more sense than to go messing around with Floss of all people, when he had a good thing going with Jamie.

I’ve come home early as I don’t want him to turn up at the practice. I sent him a text to meet me here. Firstly, I don’t want him to think that it’s okay for him to just start dropping in there, and secondly, I don’t want Jamie to see him there and think I’m up to something, like matchmaking the pair of them.

I only have to wait a few minutes when there’s a banging on the door. Good grief. He’ll have the door off its hinges at this rate. Rushing to open it, he charges past me as soon as the door opens. “I need to know everything you have on him. Don’t leave anything out and what background checks did you do? Was there anything that could be a red flag? How did he hear about the job at the practice? Has he been hanging around outside his contracted hours? Why is he always at Jamie’s house?” The questions are flying at me so fast, I’m not sure I’ve even registered them all.

“Fury! Stop. Calm down and tell me what’s happened. Most of all, who is him?” I spin him to face away from me and shove him into the kitchen. Trying to get him to sit at the table isn’t happening. He is pacing up and down, first wringing his hands together and then punching a fist into his palm. His blood pressure must be sky high and he’ll give himself a heart attack at this rate.

“Tim. That him. Tim. Who else?” He looks at me like I should know what the heck he is talking about.

“Tim? I know only one Tim, Fury. Tim the handyman at the practice. That Tim?” I sit at the table because he’s making me dizzy just watching him dancing around like his ass is on fire.

“Of course, that Tim. Who else? What do we know about him? Is he a good person? Has he got a record? Any history that we should look closer at?”

“Why are you interested in Tim the handyman all of a sudden? Do you need some work done or something? He’s making a first-class job of the pots, gardens and borders at the practice. He’s been looking at Jamie’s beds, too, I think.”

“Oh, has he? I fuckin’ knew it. He can just stay the hell out of her beds. I’ll fuckin’ kill him. I knew he was up to no good the first time I saw him at Jamie’s house. Sneaking in and out at all hours of the day. I bet he’s been snooping through her stuff while she’s been away from her home.”

Fury’s face is scarlet, and I’m not following much of his rant. “Stop. Stop right there and shut the hell up. Start from the beginning and tell me slowly and precisely what you are talking about.” Staring hard at him, he finally starts to get his normal color back in his cheeks. “Sit down and talk slowly so I can make sense of any of this.”

“I know what his game is. He’s the one who wants Jamie dead. He wants to take over her houses and sell them for the cash. I just need to know where you fit into all this? Are you in it for the practice? Did you know him before Jamie gave you the job or did that come after?” Fury snarls.

I stare at him gobsmacked for several seconds before I slip off my chair, walk slowly around the table and stand before him. He watches me as I walk up to him, and I don’t recognize any of the Fury I know as I look into his eyes.