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"Brian needs to remove his blindfold and act because he's close to losing the perfect woman."
Cole whisks his arms around my waist and whispers, "Speaking of blindfolds, what about we go home and have ourselves some dessert?"
I slide my arms around his waist and lift my head. "Depends on what dessert you have in mind."
"A chocolate Boston cream pie."
I press myself on my toes and catch his lips. "Let's go, because I have got some excellent ideas on how we can eat that. And it doesn't involve any clothing."
I speed ahead and tease Cole by swaying my hips as I walk farther in front of him. People are staring at us, but I don't give a shit.
"Hurry, Walker," I shout, hoping he can hear me.
With naughtiness running freely in my blood, I lift my skirt a few inches. Cole smirks, but then his head snaps sideways, and he starts running towards me, shouting.
What is he saying?
Suddenly, a loud roaring sound catches my attention.My head turns sideways, and my eyes widen as I freeze at the sight of a motorcycle coming straight at me at high speed.
"Alex! Watch out."
33
ALISHA
I shiftmy legs over the edge of the bed and let my feet dangle above the ground as I sit up.I've rested long enough.The painkillers the nurse gave me done their job, so it’s time for me to get out of here. I've stared at the colorless walls for two hours, and the predominant scent of disinfectants keeps penetrating my nostrils—it's disgusting.
A long huff leaves my lips as I glimpse at the door in hopes of Cole marching into the room. He's furious and convinced it was the stalker who attacked me. The officers we talked to, promised they will go over the surveillance cameras to see if they can discover who the driver of the motorcycle was. I close my eyes and stretch my neck muscles by tilting my head from side to side. I was lucky to have jumped away in time. The only thing I have is a painful right hand and a few marks on my legs caused by crashing onto the concrete. My eyes fly to the door when a familiar voice states my name.
"Hey, Queenie. If you wish to go on a date, a phone call is enough," Steven jokes as he steps into the examining room of the ER.
I grin. "Hey, I did this to keep you employed."
Steven stops in front of me, and as he plants his palm on my shoulder, he sends me a wink and his bright smile. "Sorry you had to wait so long, but it's been a hectic day."
My awareness heightens as Cole strolls into the small chamber. His orbs shoot daggers at Steven, who peeks at him over his shoulder.Oh boy.
"Oh, you again," Steven says in a dry tone.
I roll my eyes, witnessing his peacock behavior reappearing. In an attempt to break the tension that’s ricocheting between the two men, I ask, "Okay, please tell me you've brought the results."
Steven shifts his attention back to me. "Yep. You’ve got two small fractures in the second and third metacarpal bones."
"Okay, layman's terms, Steven," I mutter.
He nods. "You've broken a bone in the index and the middle finger of your right hand. So it means a cast for two to three weeks."
"Great. Fucking bastard."
“What transpired?" Steven asks, gazing at me with focus.
Cole answers in a stressed tone of voice. "A motorcyclist attempted to run her over in the parking lot. She jumped out of the way but hit the ground hard."
I smile at Steven and shrug. "Nothing to add to that."
The doctor's lips press into a stripe—his narrowing eyes flash to Cole and back to me. "Okay, so before I send you off to get a cast, I prefer to examine you to make sure you're in good health," he says, stroking my shoulder.
"Another doctor already examined her," Cole mentions in a sharp tone.
