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“I don’t want a doctor.”
She exhales her impatience. “Then let me clean you up.”
“If you must.”
“I’ll be back.” She goes to the door, meeting Rose on the threshold. She’s carrying an overnight bag.
They exchange one of those god-awful sympathetic smiles and a few quiet words. “I’ve brought you some clean clothes,” Rose says, putting the bag on a chair and pulling out some fresh jeans and a T-shirt. “The nurse said there’s a shower room down the hall you can use.”
“I don’t want a shower.” I stand and yank my T-shirt over my head and push my jeans down my legs. “The surgeon might come.”
Rose doesn’t argue, covering her face with my T-shirt while I get out of my boxers. “Your hand needs looking at.”
“You mean with all those words you and Beau whispered at the door, she didn’t tell you she’s gone to get supplies to clean me up?”
She lowers the T-shirt slightly so I have her eyes. “We’re worried about you.”
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about Pearl. Where are my clean boxers?”
“Oh.” Rose turns, kneels, and starts rummaging through the bag. “I know I put some in.”
“Any time today,” I mutter, placing a hand over my dick.
“Damn, where are they?”
“Rose, babe, I’m feeling a little vulnerable here.”
She looks back, remembers herself, then quickly looks away again. “Are you sure they’re not caught up in the jeans?”
I frown and pick up the jeans from the chair, shaking them out.
Just as Danny walks through the door. His eyes pass slowly between me—standing butt-naked, a pair of jeans in my hands—to his wife, who is kneeling in front of me. His eyebrows rise. “Your wife forgot my boxers, so looks like I’m going commando.” I step into the jeans and pull them up, grabbing the T-shirt from Rose’s limp hand.
“I didn’t forget them,” she says, matter-of-factly, rising to her feet. “I might have given them to Nolan.”
“Why would you give them to Nolan?” I ask.
“Well, not intentionally. Maybe they were caught up in his pajama pants.” She smiles awkwardly, straightening her lips when Danny stares at her in that way he does. Like he wants to kiss her and strangle her all at once. “I’m going to fetch some drinks. Want anything?”
“I’m good.” I stuff my feet back into my wet boots as Rose collects up my dirty clothes. “Thanks.”
“Take Tank,” Danny says as she walks to the door. “Oh, wait, you can’t. Because he’s in St. Lucia. Where you should be.”
“Okay, you’ve made your point,” Rose sighs.
“And be prepared for some backlash from my mother, too. She’s been ringing me off the hook. And Zinnea’s pissed with Beau, so you’d better warn her too.”
“Yes, boss.”
“Don’t push me, Rose. Where the fuck did you get that boat?”
“We hired it. Don’t worry, I used a fake name and paid with your dirty cash.”
Danny growls and Rose makes her escape.
I sigh and lower to the chair, my head going into my hands. “Give it a rest,” I mutter. I don’t need these two bickering in my ear when I’m sitting here praying for Pearl’s life. My hand throbs, and I flex it as I look over the bruised mess.
“Sorry,” Danny relents, lowering to the chair next to me. “How you dealing?”
