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I ignored his snarly voice and tried not to show how the image he’d just put in my head bothered me. “You need to move a little. Even if it is to scoot up some on your pillow,” I told him.
“I can fucking move myself.”
No, he couldn’t, but I wasn’t about to force him to let me. I stood there and waited on him to try. The furious expression on his face as he attempted to and failed made my chest ache. He was only causing himself more pain.
“Whatever I did to you, I am sorry. I won’t be here long. I’m sure my uncle will get a replacement. But please, while I am here, let me help you,” I begged.
He was going to open his wound back up if he wasn’t careful.
His hate-filled eyes locked on mine. “I don’t fucking care that you lost your memory. Because I didn’t. And if there is one thing I wish I could do, it would be to wipe you from mine.” He muttered another curse, then nodded his head toward the door. “Go get Huck or Levi if I need moving.”
I nodded. “Let me clean the wound, then change your bandages. Do you need me to get the urinal? Uncle Neil took the catheter out and said you didn’t want to use it.”
“You’re not going anywhere near my fucking dick,” he snapped at me.
I’d expected that. “When I go down to get one of them to move you, can I get you anything to eat? Are you hungry yet?”
This was my first experience with being spoken to like this. That had to be why I felt sick to my stomach. I was thankful that I’d be leaving soon. I no longer wanted this job. Working in the office was just fine.
“Trinity will bring me my meals. I don’t want you touching my food,” he replied.
Of course. He didn’t want me doing anything, it would seem. He also didn’t want to breathe the same air as me.
I went to get the supplies for his wound and took a moment to regroup. He was screwing with my emotions in a way I wasn’t used to, but maybe that could be a good thing. It was a learning experience for me.
Look on the bright side, Shiloh.
Turning back to him, I focused on what had to be done. The least I could do was make sure he was taken care of properly while I was here. If I couldn’t touch him, then it was going to be impossible to give him a sponge bath. I’d let Uncle Neil figure out how to handle that one.
Gage could despise me all he wanted. I wasn’t here to make friends, and I’d never see him again once I left.
When I reached up to take the bandage off, his hand wrapped around my wrist so tightly that it was painful. I shot my eyes up to his face, afraid I’d hurt him.
“If you have to touch me, make it quick,” he said through clenched teeth.
I nodded, but said nothing. My heart was in my throat, and the grip he had on my wrist was getting painful enough to make my eyes water. I let out a gasp when he let me go. My eyes did a quick glance at my wrist and saw the imprint of his fingers. I was probably going to bruise. My pale skin always bruised easily.
Staying focused and working as quickly as I could, I didn’t speak or make eye contact with him. I wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when I was finished and could move away.
“I’ll go get one of the other men to help you move and set out the urinal. Perhaps one of them will help you with using that too,” I said before exiting the room.
I closed the door behind me and leaned back against it a moment to catch my breath and rub my sore wrist. Any harder, and he’d have broken it. I wasn’t sure I could come back here tomorrow if Uncle Neil didn’t have a replacement yet. The way Gage had looked at me, it’d felt like he could actually kill me and would enjoy it.
“You okay?” a female voice asked.
I turned my head toward her, quickly dropping my wrist back to my side. A beautiful brunette with a kind smile and a tray of food in her hands was walking toward me. This must be Trinity.
I nodded and forced a smile. “Yes. Fine. Just taking a minute. I was going to find one of the other men to help Gage move a little and use the urinal. He doesn’t, uh, want me to help … or touch him at all,” I explained.
She set the tray down on a table beside the door, then turned back to me and held out her hand. “I’m Trinity. You met my fiancé already, Huck,” she said.
I slipped my hand in hers. “Shiloh. It’s nice to meet you and to see a face that isn’t glaring at me like I’m the spawn of Satan.”
She let out a small laugh, and her brown eyes danced with amusement. “This bunch would likely welcome the spawn of Satan.”
I glanced back at the door and thought she might have a point.
“I’m sorry he’s being difficult. Huck explained things to me. This has to be uncomfortable for you.”
