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“Thanks.” I’d been afraid to get out of bed and wake him. I was parched. “I don’t want you to burn your vacation time on me.”
“You’re not going to talk me out of going home with you. I have an unlimited amount of time off.”
“Are you a drug dealer or something?”
He threw his head back, laughing.
“If you are, I want nothing to do with you. You saw what happened to me because of a druggy.” The monitor for my heart rate started to beep. “He could’ve killed me.”
“What’s going on?” He came to my side. “What’s happening?”
“I’m fine.” I inhaled deeply, then exhaled to calm down. I knew my heart rate spiked due to my anxiety and fear.
“You keep saying that, so why is the machine beeping.”
“Because you’re stressing me out! You’re making my anxiety flare and my heart rate spike. Are you a dealer?” My forehead throbbed, a reminder of hitting it last night when I was attacked.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Hustler backed up with his hands raised.
A nurse entered. “Hey, Hope. You okay?”
“I’m fine, Mary. Really.”
“I gotta check you out to be sure.”
“I’ll be outside.” Hustler went to the door. “I’m sorry, Hope.”
“You don’t have to—” I shut my mouth when he left, looking like his puppy had run away.
Mary did her job quickly. The whole time I watched the door, hoping Hustler would return. I didn’t mean to freak out on him. I couldn’t be with a drug dealer no matter how much I liked him.
“Okay, you’re all good. Try to stay relaxed. It’s better for the baby. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Mary. Can you please tell the man who was here… that, that I need him.” The words were almost painful to say. I didn’t need anyone, and I wouldn’t need Hustler, but I had to know if he was okay.
“Sure thing, dear.” Mary scurried out.
“Hey.” Hustler returned a second later and stayed by the door with his hands shoved in his jeans. “Everything okay?”
“Yes. I didn’t mean to freak out on you.” I reached my hand out, feeling horrible. “Come here.”
“I don’t want to upset you.”
“Then come here, and you won’t.” I tilted my head when he stayed put. “Hustler, please.”
“If I stress you out, I’ll leave. The last thing I want is to hurt you.” He took my hand and kissed it. “Whatever you want, I’ll do.”
Oh, my heart. I wasn’t familiar with this side of him.
“I need to know more about you before letting you in my house. Are you a drug dealer?”
“No. I don’t even use.” He sat in the chair. “But I’ll light up a joint on occasion.”
“Then what do you do for a living? All I know is you’re in a biker club, and your name is Hustler.”
“And don’t forget how I rock your world in bed,” he said in a flirty tone.
“Yes, and that.” I smiled and covered my face, feeling my cheeks flame red hot.
