Lake.” It was true. The school in St. George I thought was for dentists was now only for dental assistants.
“But that’s insane , Nurse Warrior.”
“Call me Oaklyn.”
“Oaklyn. Who’s going to pay my way while I attend dentist school in Salt Lake?”
“Who’s going to pay your way while you attend dental assisting school in St. George?”
Deloy splayed his hand against his chest. “ I am. Like you said, I’ve got a small nest egg saved up, thanks to Levon Rockwell.”
“Thanks to yourself.”
“And Gideon’s offered me this house for free. He owns it, but it’s an investment for him, while he spruces up this town. It’ll be worth way more in a few years once we get this town together.”
Now I really needed a drink. “What’s this ‘we’ business? Are you planning on becoming the town’s first dental assistant?” I’d developed a sense of ownership over Deloy Pingree during the past few days. I was a nurse. I knew that a woman’s fertility started to decline once she hit thirty. The cutoff age had been going down and down with each new study done. Soon they’d be telling us the cutoff age was really twenty-five. And with no halfway feasible man even remotely on the horizon, my biological clock was ticking. I wanted to mother the hell out of some boy, and Deloy Pingree was it.
When he looked crushed, I was crushed too. “Well, there isn’t a dentist in Avalanche, so far. But by ‘we’ I mean us . The motorcycle gang.”
“ What ?” I bawled. “Deloy, you told me you drive a Prius! You ride one up on Dingo’s Harley and suddenly you’re a member of the club?”
“Well, not hardly. But they’ve already taken me under their wing.”
“They have ?”
Deloy looked proud. “After the school, we stopped in at a bar called The High Dive downtown and had a drink.”
“You did ?” I was feeling angry and more than a little left out. Why wasn’t I invited to have a drink? My sister’s old man was actually the President of the Assassins of Youth. I should be invited. And I was dying for a drink.
“And you wouldn’t believe it, but this giant, hulking, red-haired man came in wearing a bloody butcher’s apron. He looked like he was a Marine or a member of the Special Ops. Dingo knew him and started playing darts with him. Well ! Turns out it was the infamous Sledgehammer, he owns the grocery around the corner on Watchtower Street, and he said he’d give me a job checking groceries!”
My jaw hung open. Deloy had accomplished all this in a day and a half, and all I’d done was fume over some worthless Italian playboy. “I…” was all I could say.
“Isn’t that amazing? Sledgehammer said he’d work around my dental school hours—classes start right after Christmas—and I can have all the cut-rate meat and groceries I want! Meanwhile, Gideon’s taking me to the shooting range to teach me how to use a gun, and—”
“ What ? Wait a minute. What? Deloy, why do you need to use a gun?”
He looked taken aback. “Well—uh—because. Because that’s what guys do when they join a motorcycle gang.”
“Oh, that’s just it !” I stalked to the back plate glass windows and whipped my phone from my pocket. “You spend one day with these guys and you automatically think you’re joining their club? Deloy, I’ve got news for you! These guys are nothing but common thugs.”
“Your brother-in-law is the President, Oaklyn.”
“I don’t care! Listen, can you honestly see yourself riding motorcycles around with these guys? Running guns and drugs and whatever else they do that they need money laundering outlets for? You’re going from the frying pan into the fire, Deloy! Why do you want to go from an abusive control freak who uses you to another abusive control freak who uses you?”
It was Deloy’s turn to drop his jaw. “Oaklyn. This is your brother-in-law you’re talking about. And I never agreed that Levon Rockwell used me! Of course he took a small percentage