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“So… Eoghan is your cousin?” I wasn’t sure what to think.
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” I swore under my breath, one hand coming to my stomach. No matter what he said,he was one of them.How far could I trust him? I knew more about his cock than his mind or heart.
I was trusting a pretty face like a typical woman. Jesus, my biological father was right…
“Don’t do that.” He brought his face down so that we were staring eye to eye. “Don’t cheapen this.” He gestured with his thumb and index finger to the space between us.
I searched his face. I think he was telling the truth.
“What should I call you?” I asked him.
“Whatever you want.”
He took my hand, the one not holding his knife, and walked me out of the woods. We weren’t far from a group of buildings that bustled with commotion. Men in black fatigues were walking from one red wooden building to another. The buildings had an ancient, handmade feel to them, like the Amish buildings that peppered the area.
“Mr. Green.” One man greeted, bringing his hand up in a salute.
Alastair nodded to him as we passed, holding my hand tighter. The men looked at me strangely, as though I didn’t belong. Probably because I didn’t. But one glance at Alastair, and they lowered their heads and sped off.
One of the buildings was painted white. The paint was flaking, showing that it had once been red like the others.
He opened a door for me, and we walked into the middle of a large hallway. On either side, it was just doors, like the hall of a motel. Fluorescent lights flickered above. The place was cold. Impersonal.
He walked with a purpose to the middle room and knocked on the door. He didn’t wait for an answer, and strode through the door.
“Mr. Green,” said a pretty woman with copper hair, closing a book as she came to her feet. Her dark blue scrubs matched her deep-set eyes. Once upon a time, she would have been my type. She stared at Alastair in awe, her mouth parted.
We were in a small, white room. The beeping of machines drew my attention. A heart monitor was on a platform. There was an IV hanging on a pole. The tubes were attached to a familiar, muscular arm.
“LeBlanc,” I whispered, moving forward to grasp his limp hand. It was warm, but not hot like they normally were. The hand that had lifted me into the air and dropped me on my head to test my braids, or pummeled my face when I let my guard down, was limp. Unmoving.
His face was serene, but pale. The only indication he was breathing was on those wretched machines. He didn’t have a shirt on. Maybe they cut it off to treat him? The bird tattoos on his pecs extended to his developed delts. His body was powerful, but dormant, and I hated seeing him in this vulnerable state. It wasn’t fair.
“How is he?” Alastair asked on my behalf. I could feel his eyes on me.
I sat on the white bed and felt a tear come down my face. I put Alastair’s knife on the white blanket and it glinted in the fluorescent light.
“He’s doing really well!” The girl chirped cheerily. “Stable. The doctor thinks he’s out of the woods now.”
She walked a little towards Alastair, but he stepped towards me on the bed, laying a hand on my shoulder.
“What’s the recovery time?” He asked. His finger traced the collar of my shirt, touching the skin there with the pad of his finger. He was being sweet. Possessive.
“Well, even if there are no complications, it’ll still be months before he’s up and about.”She was enamored with Alastair. She batted her eyelashes at him, and bit her lower lip. I’d throat punch her, if I didn’t need her to tell me what was going on. “Depending on what happens, it may take a whole year.”
I wondered if Alastair would have been more receptive to her if I wasn’t here. That thought made me angry.
As if he could feel my shifting mood, I felt him tug at the hair at my temple before smoothing it behind my ear. I looked at him, resentfully, and he lifted one thick brow in question.
“But he seems really strong, so maybe the recovery time will be even shorter!” She was very peppy. I wondered if she spent most of her time here, alone, and was starving for someone to speak to.
“Thank you, Jessica.” He pulled his hand from my skin, and I missed his warmth. He turned to the girl and gave her a winning smile. “Let’s give these two some time alone.”
He nodded to the door and held it open for her. She walked out, whispering a seductive “thank you” as she passed him.
“I’ll be right outside.” He told me, before stepping out and quietly closing the door.
