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“And what’s that?”
“Women won’t think of you as a sexy mechanic if you’re always moping about your leg.”
He gripped my hand and jerked me out of my seat, pulling me close to him. “There’s only one woman I’m concerned about still seeing me as a sexy mechanic.”
“No other women are going to come after you?”
He smirked at me. “Not that I can think of. Only one woman makes my dick hard,” he murmured against my lips.
“You really know how to make a girl melt.”
“I know. All it takes is a little grease.”
His lips crushed against mine and he wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me closer to him. I pressed my hands to his chest, trying to be gentle so I didn’t crush him. But his kiss was bruising, drawing me in closer to him.
He broke the kiss and sighed as I rested my head on his chest. “Lay down with me,” he grumbled.
“There’s no room in the bed for me. Besides, you’re out of here in a few hours.”
He blew out a harsh breath. “I just need you by my side. Please.”
I nodded and stood walking around to the other side of the bed. He attempted to shift, but couldn’t do it on his own yet. His face paled as he winced in pain. I pressed a hand to his chest, settling him down.
“Don’t move. I’ve got this.” I crawled onto the bed and laid on my hip, resting my head on his chest. His arm wrapped around my body, pulling me tightly to him. Finally, I closed my eyes and relaxed into him. It was going to be a long road ahead, but I knew he could do it. He just had to have faith.
“I’m fucking scared,” he finally said, his voice low and gravelly.
“Me too,” I admitted. I slid my hand across his stomach and gripped his other hand. “We’ll get through this together.”
He pressed a kiss to my head and then we laid there together in silence until the nurse came to give us the discharge papers.
35
DUKE
Just as quickly as acceptance and calm washed over me, fear and anger took its place. The nurse came in to discharge me, and that’s when it all went to hell. A wheelchair was rolled in and I had to get in it, but my leg hurt so fucking bad that I couldn’t shift properly.
“Here, let me get your leg,” Rae said, coming over to help me.
“No, don’t fucking touch it,” I snapped as sweat poured down my face from trying and failing to do it on my own. My chest heaved, mostly from anger. If this was any sign of things to come, it wouldn’t be good. “Just get me some fucking crutches!”
“Get in the fucking chair,” Rae snapped, pointing to the wheelchair.
Anger welled inside me as she glared at me. Didn’t she see that I couldn’t just get in the fucking chair? It wasn’t that simple. My arm was in a sling and my leg was fucked up. There was no simple way to do any of this.
“Fuck you,” I snapped, grabbing the meal tray from earlier and throwing it across the room. The silverware clattered to the floor and the nurse looked at me in horror. My shoulder twinged from twisting my body, but it was the feeling of desperation to get the fuck out of here that fucked with my head the most. I hung my head and took in deep breaths. I could do this. I didn’t need fucking help.
But damn, it hurt so fucking bad to move it. My pain meds couldn’t be administered for another hour. But I could feel it wearing off, which only added to my grumpy mood.
Rae narrowed her eyes at me dangerously. I took a moment to calm down, but it was fucking hard. Then she pointed her finger at the chair, not speaking a word. Damn, I wanted to defy her just because I could, but I promised her I would try. I clenched my jaw and nodded to her. She stepped forward hesitantly and carefully grabbed my leg, helping me move it over the edge of the bed.
I blew out a harsh breath and breathed through the pain. Meds couldn’t take all of the pain away without knocking me out, and I refused to be in a constant state of fuzziness.
She stepped to my other side and held up her hand. Taking it, I squeezed it tighter than I wanted to admit and slid my other leg to the ground. The nurse watched on, waiting for any sign that I needed assistance. Once I was standing on one leg, I realized that I was fucked. I was facing the chair, and now I had to turn around. Rae was a good head shorter than me, so even if she was strong enough to support my weight, I couldn’t really lean on her to turn around. And I didn’t want to risk banging my leg on something and increasing the pain.
I clenched my jaw, biting back the need to fucking yell at someone again. The door opened and Cash walked in, immediately catching on to my predicament. Before Rae could give me any more instructions, Cash spoke up.
“Why don’t I take it from here?” Rae glared at him, but he stared back even harder. “Now,” he barked, leaving little room for her to argue.
