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He sleeps and eventually he’s given a private room, which is when I suddenly realize that his sister has no clue as to what’s happened. So I dig the plastic bag out of my purse with his belongings in and get frustrated when he has a four-digit security code on his phone. I press the emergency button and he doesn’t have anything saved to that, so I start to play around with the code and insert my date of birth. My eyes widen with surprise when his cell is suddenly unlocked.
My date of birth!
I glance at the man sleeping in the hospital bed and back to his cell. “Sawyer Lawrence, I think you have some explaining to do when you wake up,” I whisper, unable to hide the small smile. I’m tempted to check out his photographs. I don’t though...but groaning I remember the things I shouted at him.
My smile soon slips when I think about telling his sister as I palm his phone. I feel responsible for him being here. If I hadn’t stomped off like a five year old, none of this would have happened.
3
Sawyer
My head feels fuzzy as I slowly open my eyes and a nagging pain twinges in my side causing me to wince.
“Shush,” my sister Pattie whispers, hanging over me. “Andie’s asleep in the chair.” Her head nods to the other side of the bed.
Slowly, I turn and my heart stops when I see Andie curled up asleep in what looks to be an uncomfortable chair.
“She’s been here all night and refused to leave. They tried to clear her out just as I arrived, but I told the nurse that she’s your fiancée so they wouldn’t call security.” My sister brushes the hair away from my forehead. “I’m not sure the nurse believed me, but I showed her my driving license as proof that I’m your sister.” She grins.
“What happened?” No sooner have I asked, I remember. “I was attacked?”
“Yeah,” Pattie says, morose. “You scared the shit out of Andie, and then me when she called. She says it’s her fault that it happened.”
Just as I’m about to curse that it wasn’t her fault, Andie stirs and whimpers.
“It was. It was my fault,” she says, tears in her eyes when I search her gaze. “If I hadn’t acted like a child, you wouldn’t be in here.”
“I only blame the guy who stabbed me, Andie. It could have happened anywhere, and, if you had been with me . . .” The thought that Andie could have been injured or worse makes me nauseous.
She shakes her head. “I left you.”
I smile regardless of the pain as I remember her words of the night before. “You came back and got me help.”
“You won’t win, so I wouldn’t try,” Pattie tells her. “Now you’re awake, I’m going to leave you in your fiancée’s capable hands.” She kisses me on the cheek, chuckling to herself and leaves before another word can be uttered.
Sighing, I slowly push myself up in the bed and let my gaze caress over the beautiful Andie. She’s been in my head and heart from the first moment I met her when she interviewed for the TA position. Best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve never been so damn tormented though.
Andie blushes with my gaze on her and suddenly jumps up. “God, that chair is uncomfortable.” She stretches the kinks out of her delicious body, still wearing the red dress from the night before. “Let me help you take a drink,” she offers when my eyes stay on her.
She picks up a cup with a straw in and places it at my lips. “Drink slowly so you don’t choke.”
I’d laugh at her words if she hadn’t put the straw in my mouth. I’m in more danger of choking from the view of her breasts as she leans over my bed. I’m not even sure she’s aware that they’re just about ready to fall out of her dress.
While I hold her gaze and use up a great deal of effort to not ogle her chest, m
y body suddenly lets me know that it works just fine when desire throbs along my dick. I’m so hard with having her close that when she straightens, I raise my knee so that my erection has more room without becoming noticeable.
Placing the cup back on the nightstand, she steps back and perches her bottom on the edge of the chair. Her eyes dart up to my face, which heats, but the smile she gives me has my balls so damn tight that my erection jerks under the sheet.
“Hmm,” she glances around the room, refusing to meet my gaze.
Inhaling, I sigh, and ask, “What happened to lover boy?” needing a distraction.
“Lover boy,” she raises a brow, “dropped Pattie at the hospital in a cab and then went home.” She shrugs and holding my gaze, asks, “Why did you find it funny when he helped me into my jacket?”
I pause and watch her for a minute when it clicks into place. “That’s what set you off? I upset you because I found that amusing?”
“Yeah, you did.” Her face goes somber.
