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My heart imploded with joy. Then my body rubbed greedily against his, but he stilled my motions.
“Wait. Let me have Doc check you out. Okay?”
“Doc?” I wrinkled my nose. Dr. Moran wasnotgoing to be assessing me! Petulant, I grunted. He lifted his hips to pull out his phone. He sent a text, then set the phone down. “Come here. Let me hold you.”
Unable to resist, I settled into him and rested there until the door opened and he carefully extricated himself from me and got out of the bed. An older guy I assumed was the Doc Ogun had been referring to stepped into the room. A kind smile went all the way to his eyes.
“Hello, Kira. I’m Doc. You gave us quite a scare. Do you mind if I do a quick exam?”
My eyes darted to Ogun, begging him not to leave me. “I’m naked,” I whispered with wide eyes.
“That big oaf can stay in here if you want,” Doc said with a chuckle. An embarrassed smile slipped across my face as I nodded.
Ogun pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
Doc did all the typical things a doctor does. Stethoscope, light in my eyes, feeling my lymph nodes and all that shit. But then he skimmed his hands over me as his eyes remained closed. Though I could feel the heat from his palms, he didn’t actually make contact with me.
When he was done, his eyes opened and he seemed extremely pleased.
“Good?” Ogun asked.
“Perfect,” Doc replied.
Ogun exhaled a sigh of profound relief. Then he shot off another text before raising his gaze to me and Doc.
“I’m taking her to my room to get cleaned up. I told Venom I’d be back tonight to finish up.”
Doc nodded and returned his attention to me. “It was a pleasure meeting you—the one who finally tamed this young scoundrel. Wish it had been under better circumstances, but we don’t always choose our paths.” He looked toward Ogun. “If there’s nothing else you need, I’m heading back to my grandbabies.”
Ogun reached out to shake his hand, then pulled him into a weird handshake/hug thing. They whispered a few things, and Doc stepped back with a wry grin.
“Take care of this one,” he said to me. “I already know he’ll take good care of you.” With one last nod, he was gone.
“Ogun. What the fuck was that?” I asked in consternation. It was honestly as if I’d dropped into someone else’s life. In another dimension.
Instead of answering me, he dragged a hand through his dark locks and down his face.
“Come on, baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” He picked me up like a child and carried me down the hall wrapped in the white sheet and into the room I remembered very well from our first date.
When he set me on my feet in the bathroom, he rested my ass against the edge of the sink. “Lean on there for balance.”
“I’m fine.” I waved off his fussing hands. “What the hell is going on?”
When I tried to turn to the mirror, he stopped me. “Get in the shower,” he urged. My eyes narrowed. He was acting weird. Thinking about it, I realized something, and before he could stop me, I spun around.
The image in the mirror had me gasping in horror. Someone had obviously tried to clean me up, but there was still blood crusted in my hair, smeared across my chest, on my arms. It was like I’d been part of a sick movie or killed an animal. Or worse.
The sheet dropped forgotten to the floor as I looked again for some sign of injury.
Because other than being a little weak, I was fine. The entire scan of myself in the mirror and looking down at my body showed nothing. Not a scratch. Whipping around, I started to strip his clothes off him in a frantic rush. He stilled my hands when I got to the waistband of his jeans.
“Kira.” When I fought to finish undressing him, he said my name more forcefully. “Kira!”
Finally, I paused. A shaking breath dragged deep into my lungs, and I slowly met his eyes. “Are you hurt?”
“No.” He seemed to be waiting for something.
“What the hell happened? Ogun, this is getting weird. Talk to me. I know you know something.” The whole this was giving me a headache.
