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Trying to corner me in the hospital is one thing, but outside in the dark? Yeah no.

“Answer my question, Sapphire,” he demands as he grips my car door, stopping me from climbing inside, and I raise a brow at him because really? And he scowls harder as he says, “I just need to know.”

I could lie to him, but you know what? He never saved my feelings when he cheated with my sister. Something tells me he won’t allow me to leave until I answer his question, and I have a demon cat to feed.

“He’s someone I could have a future with,” I admit, and his hand drops from my door as his mouth drops in shock. I quickly climb into my car, using his stumped state against him before I shut my door and lock it from the inside just as his face reddens with realization – I’m not his but I never was because he was always going to be my sister’s.

He bangs on my window after he tries my door and demands, “Open the fucking door!” but I ignore the crazy man as I start the ignition before putting my car in gear.

He bangs harder on the window, and I quickly pull away before he smashes the glass, hoping I run over his foot, completely confused by his behavior lately.

Even before he began working at the hospital, he would try to get wherever I was, tried touching my arm or hand, tried calling me.

The idiot cheated with my sister, knocked her up, then married her and has stayed married to her for seven years. Why in the hell does he keep trying to talk to me?

Shaking my head, I speed down the road again, ignoring the feeling of returning to Bradley, and I head home, trying to forget the tiring day.

Brittany, Kavan, Kathleen…

I’m ready for bed.

Chapter 11

Thunder

I grunt as I pick up my bag, my shoulder pulling at the movement, but I ignore it as I put the bag on the bed then grab my shit ready to leave this place. More like ready to try and fucking convince my family to head home so I can win my girl.

Since my surgery yesterday, Scottie has been off with me, and I don’t mean she’s pissed I forced her to do my surgery kind of off either.

She’s not keeping eye contact, she’ll pop in and out of my room within five minutes, especially if my sister is in here. She got a fucking nurse to bring me my discharge papers twenty minutes ago despite starting her shift five hours ago, only coming in here once because Dr. Thomas told her she was still assigned as my fucking doctor when I demanded to see her. She told the nurse to explain she was seeing other patients.

She’s dodging me.

“You know you shouldn’t be packing your own bag, right?” Doc says from near the window, and I grunt a nonverbal reply, my anger fucking doubling.

“Are you in pain?” Trigger asks with concern, and I throw my shirt in the bag with force, then instantly regret it as I grab my shoulder with a frustrated groan.

Fuck that hurt.

“Fuck’s sake, Thunder!” Doc snaps, and I breathe deeply as he spins me his way, then gently grabs my arm and slowly lifts it up and down, gauging my reaction, and I wince, causing his jaw to tick.

“Talk to us,” Anchor demands firmly, and I breathe, “She got a nurse to bring my discharge papers,” and Doc sighs as he slowly lowers my arm and takes a step back.

“Ah, this is about Dr. Aimes,” Trigger mentions and I grit my back teeth and grunt, “Yes,” as I slowly zip up my bag, more aware of my shoulder before saying, “Since I’ve woken up, she’s barely spent five minutes inside this room. She won’t look at me and kept things medically related and I don’t understand why,” I look at Doc and ask, “How was she during the surgery?”

“Amazing,” he admits as he crosses his arms over his chest, “She was absolutely fucking amazing, very thorough, and I can’t wait to have her on my team. She was also emotional afterwards, thought maybe she messed up or cut wrong even though she knew deep down she didn’t.”

“She wants him and doesn’t want to realize it,” Trigger mutters, and Doc nods.

We’ve seen plenty of old ladies that have refused to accept the spark they felt when meeting the brother that decided to claim them. We’ve also seen old ladies refusing to continue the spark when a brother has fucked up, like Trigger, who is extremely lucky Ashley is still with him.

“Her feelings are scaring her because you haven’t even had a date let alone more than one conversation,” Doc confesses, “She also mentioned that she was never this scared of her feelings when she went out with that fucker. If anything, she was hurt because of what her sister did. When she left the OR, she seemed in good spirits so I must admit, even I’m confused by her professionalism with you right now. Unless she’s decided to run from her emotions which wouldn’t surprise me with any of the other women we’ve seen run. Scottie though, she’s strong so I don’t understand her reaction.”

I frown, but my mouth soon parts when Anchor says, “Your sister followed her out of the waiting room yesterday, and when she returned, she wouldn’t look anyone in the eye.”

“You think she said something?” I ask as Doc slowly lowers his arms with disappointment.

“If I know my wife, which I do very well, she’s most definitely said something because since she got her memories back, she mentioned that she feels privileged to get her own way,” Doc sighs as he grabs his phone and I lock my jaw.