Page 58 of Hearts Storm

“Sore, but I’m okay.” Her voice comes out soft and tired.

Just as she reaches me, Logan ends the call with his sister.

Placing a hand at the small of her back, I guide her into his office. The warmth of her skin seeps through her shirt, making my palm tingle.

Logan looks up, gaze immediately tracking my hand. Lifting an eyebrow at me, he shifts his attention to Reyna.

“Sit,” he orders, tone clipped as he gets up and stalks around his desk.

As Reyna sinks into the chair, I lean against the desk, claiming a spot where I can see all of her.

Logan squats down next to her and raises a hand, but seems to think better of it as he clears his throat. “I’m only going to ask you this once. And don’t you dare play it down, understand?”

Hands fisted in her lap, Reyna narrows her eyes and raises her chin, giving him a quick nod. A valiant attempt at standing up to Logan’s abrasive tone.

Good girl. Don’t ever let ‘em see you sweat.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes.”

Logan lifts his hand again, and this time he doesn’t back down.

Cupping her face, he lightly grazes a thumb over the scratch on her cheek, and I mentally raise an eyebrow when a low, protective growl comes from deep inside his chest.

My lips twitch when a flush comes over her face, pink enough to almost make the mark disappear.

A sharp knock at the door breaks the tension as Dave pokes his head in, his friendly face morphing into professional mode when he spots Reyna.

“Captain.” Eyes wide, his gaze dances between the three of us. “You wanted me to do a med-eval?”

“Yes,” Logan confirms as he quickly stands. “She took a hard hit to the head. I want a full concussion assessment.”

“Hey, Reyna,” Dave murmurs, setting his medical bag on the floor next to the chair. “Let’s take a look at you.”

Crossing my arms, I settle in, ready to watch the Logan Is About To Go Feral Show.

Pulling out his penlight, Dave leans in, but before he can even shine it in her eyes, Logan squats back down. “She’s got a bump on the back of her head and she’s favoring her left side.”

“I’ve got this, Captain,” Dave says firmly, glancing over with a patient smile.

Logan huffs and stands, keeping a close distance as Dave gently tilts Reyna’s chin up.

“I’m going to check your pupils,” he says. “You know the drill.”

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It takes everything in me not to switch into full caveman mode. I’m not sure why it bugs me so fucking much that Dave’s face is so close to Reyna’s.

Technically, I could check her out. I’ve had some EMT training. All the crew has. I’m pretty sure my other EMT has a thing for Brex. I’ve caught Dave checking him out on numerous occasions.

But that doesn’t mean I want his hands all over her. No one else other than Brex gets to touch her like that. I’m also pretty sure he’s been sneaking into her room at night. They try to hide it. But I have caught them sneaking glances at each other more than once.

I shift my weight and step back to lean against the wall.

Dave’s fingers are gentle as he examines the scratch on her cheek. He’s leaning in, his face mere inches from hers as he checks her pupils with that damn penlight.

“Pupils are good,” he announces, straightening up. “Follow my finger.”