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I just couldn’t seem to stop with her.
As fucked up and possibly incorrect as it was, all I could see when I looked at Scarlet was that she meant I wasn’t with Harper. She meant my heart would continue shattering.
And it came out in every word I said to her.
But the way that insecurity seemed to explode from her at my question had my gut twisting and my chest tugging painfully. Had my fingers twitching.
Because I knew in that second thatIwas the reason behind her insecurity.
Shit...
“Technically, yes,” she answered as she continued setting up, turning so her back was facing me. “But I don’t. Is there something you need?”
The way her tone had dipped and wavered had me shifting forward, but I forced myself to stay in the doorway.
Clearing my throat, I said, “I need a new phone. We’ll be back soon.”
“Counter.” She glanced over her shoulder, but not enough to look at me. “Near the coffee bar. It’s already set up for you except for the touch ID.” Moving across the garage, she lowered her voice to add, “Let me know if you don’t remember your password.”
“I know my password,” I said, even though it came out unsure because the password I thought I knew could’ve been some invented memory. When I turned to head back into the house, Brandon’s glare had me breathing out a sigh and looking to where Scarlet was staring at a long wall of different weights. “Thank you.”
Her dark gaze flashed my way before falling again, and I took that as the only response I would get.
But just as I started shutting the door, she called out, “You need to be wearing your sling.”
I gripped the door with my good hand and drew in a slow breath before glancing over at where she was holding a bumper plate like it was her lifeline.
“Don’t tell me you’re fine because you aren’t,” she said, stopping me before those exact words could leave my tongue. “It hasn’t even been a week and a half; you need to help your body while it heals.”
I didn’t respond. Just slipped past Brandon’s shit-eating grin and walked back into the kitchen, looking for thecoffee bar, as she’d said, and feeling like an idiot because it was very obviously exactly that.
I just hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice it earlier.
Once I found the phone box nestled next to the espresso machine, I snatched it up and worked off the top. Ignoring the momentary flare of my near-constant pain and rolling my eyes when Brandon tossed the sling onto the island.
“Told you not to take that off,” he said, grin widening at the reminder of our conversation when he’d first come over.
“It was irritating me.”
“Tough shit.”
“Are you leaving yet?” I shot back, but the question had a loud laugh breaking from him and a smile tugging at my mouth.
“I should though,” he said as he looked over at the time on the oven. “I need to get back to the gym unless you need something.”
“I need my truck,” I said, my smile fading. “I need to be able to go to the shop. To justleave.”
Brandon’s head bobbed before shaking. “You want to go somewhere, call Konrad or me. We’ll take you. Scarlet will take you. Hell, you want to go to the shop? Brian will swing by and get you on his way in. But you can’t drive until the doctor clears it.”
I knew all this was necessary, but I felt like a burden. Like a useless child. I felt trapped. And before I could stop them, the words “This is bullshit” fell from my lips.
“You got hit by a fucking semi, Chase,” Brandon whispered, making my head jerk back. “Be thankful you’re here. You’ll get back to your life soon, but until then, do what Scarlet said and just heal.”
“I got hit by awhat?” I asked, voice low and careful.
Surprise slowly took over Brandon’s expression. “No one told you?”
“Think that’s obvious.”
