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“What are you smiling about?”
“Once I qualified, I promised myself I’d get a great shower with warm water and great shower pressure.” I moved under the spray and sighed.
Sean moved behind me, and I leaned back against him.
“You’ve got the shower now. What else did you imagine?”
I sighed. “Actually qualifying.”
“You will. The Dean has allowed you time off.”
I turned to face him, jolted from my dreamy state. “What?”
“Someone owed me a favour, so I called it in. They know the Dean. You can resume your course when things are safe again.”
Water streamed down his body, distracting me.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“The way you said thank you earlier is always acceptable.”
I smacked his chest, and he laughed.
“I told you, what is important to you is important to me. But you aren’t going back to work at Mystique. I’ll end up killing a club full of people.”
I bit my lip. “I’ve always been independent.”
“You’ve always been alone.”
His words rang through me, echoing through my hollows.
“You’ve done amazingly and are so strong, a chuisle.” He cupped my face with his good hand. “But you have me now, and what is mine is yours. Plus, I’m a jealous bastard.”
That was true. It wasn’t like I wouldn’t quit the club once I qualified, anyway.
“Okay,” I conceded as I grabbed the shower gel.
Apparently, I was doing this crazy thing with this man, and he’d already thought of everything. The warm water soothed me as I smoothed the soap over him. He stared down at me like I was something precious, and the lonely little girl inside me gobbled it up.
I turned him and traced the puckered scars across his back. “What happened?”
He leaned his good hand against the wall and hung his head.
“I won a fight, but the guy was a sore loser. He came after me with four of his friends and blades.”
My hand stilled, gripping his side.
“They jumped me behind the fight venue. I fought back and knocked at least one out and badly injured another, but they got me on the ground. Luckily, Liam, my cousin, was at the fight looking for his dad. He arrived and fought the remaining ones. They ran off, probably deciding they’d already killed me.”
“Liam Reid?” I couldn’t imagine the millionaire investor in a street fight.
“The one and only. I’m lucky he was always a scrappy bastard.”
I slid my hand around his front, pressing my face to his back and hugging him. I shuddered at the image of him on the ground, covered in knife wounds.
“Liam took me to the hospital. Good thing they got me stitched up quick because my Pa was mad and came and discharged me himself, chest drain and all.”
I hated his father even more.
