“So, how soon until I get to go home?”
“Another day. But then you’ll have to come back for the cast once the swelling goes down.”
“Yeah, but you can break me out, right?”
The smirk that slid across his lips was just a tad too devastating for the way I felt.
“If you could not smirk at me, that would be great.”
“Why? You don’t like me teasing you?”
“Not when I can’t climb on top of you and fuck you,” I said just as my mother walked into the room and gasped.
“Cassidy!”
“Well, that was unfortunate timing,” I muttered.
“If you were still living at home, I would wash your mouth out with soap!”
“Mom, I think we both know that I have sex.”
She spun around in horror, covering her mouth like she would throw up.
“Maybe lay off the sex talk around your mom,” Sam whispered.
I sighed heavily, my eyes drifting closed again. I was so tired. No matter how much I slept, I was always ready for another nap.
“I’m going to ask Caroline to lower the meds,” Mom said. “My daughter would never say these things if she wasn’t high as a kite!”
As she stormed out of the room, Sam leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Get ready for a lot of pain.”
“Well, it serves her right. I’m not a kid. Of course I have sex! And I like it!”
A low chuckle came from behind Sam, and when he shifted away, I saw Maverick standing in the doorway. “Well, that explains why she stormed out of your room.”
“What do you want?” I grumbled.
“How ya doin’, Cass?” Maverick’s eyes were soft and kind, a contradiction to his usual jovial demeanor.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like I just got hit by a car,” I muttered.
“Well, you did, so I guess I can look at you like that if I want.” He came in further, taking a seat beside me. “So, what do you remember from that night?”
“Not a single thing.” It was disturbing to not have any clue what happened, but I thanked God that I didn’t remember. I had a feeling the events would play over and over in my mind, driving me insane.
“What’s the last thing you do remember?”
I thought back, but got the same discombobulated memories that I always had when I tried to remember. “I’m not sure.Everything’s fuzzy. I honestly don’t know what happened when. Everything’s out of order.”
“Okay, well, let’s take it back to the last?—”
“I don’t want to know,” I snapped, already tired of the conversation.
He shifted uneasily, his eyes flicking to Sam’s. “It’s important we have all witness accounts.”
