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"Yes, I'm aware of that," Steven admits. "But I want to double-check. She's Queenie, and her parents will kill me if I don't take good care of her."
"Dickless rooster," Cole mumbles under his breath. I hold in a chuckle. God, is it wrong that his jealousy is turning me on?
"Thanks, Steven, but I'm fine. The only thing I want is to go home. I've been here long enough."
Steven lets out a huff and nods when I slide off the bed. "Okay, then let me show you to the plaster room. That is the least I can do."
"Don't bother. I'll make sure she gets there. You focus on your other patients."
Steven ignores Cole's words and continues his quest. "So, what about you and me getting that dinner soon? I would love to catch up with you."
The sexy giant shoves himself between Steven and me, and with a fevered stare, he says, "Listen, rooster. Stop the queen shit and find yourself another woman. Alex is with me."
Steven takes a step back and makes eye contact with me. "Is it true? You're with the gorilla?"
I chuckle at his lifted brows. "Yep, sorry, Yep, sorry, this beast of a man is mine."
Steven takes another step back and shakes his head. "Fine. Here is a prescription for painkillers," he says, handing me the note. "Take care, Queenie."
I thank him and walk to the door. But when Cole passes Steven, he whispers something to Cole that makes him halt. I swallow when Walker's nostrils flare, and a muscle in his jaw clenches.Shit.
"Steven. What did you just say to him?"
He shrugs. "Just that I'll be looking forward to taking you out on a date after he messes things up."
I shake my head, but when I glance at Cole's balled fist, I choose to prevent things from exploding. "Come on, Thor. Show me where I need to go."
The entire drive home,Cole stays quiet. When they were applying the cast, I spotted his mind drifting while quietly sitting in the corner, gazing into nothingness. Something is tormenting him, and I will find out what it is.
He parks the car, steps out, and rushes to my side to open the door. I climb out, and when we're alone in the elevator, I touch his tense jaw with my fingertips—he doesn't respond.
I furrow my brow and burst. "Okay, what's bothering you?"
"Nothing."
I roll my eyes and grab his hand. His orbs skim mine before they land on my cast. His jaw clenching intensifies as various emotions flash over his face. The moment the elevator door opens, he hurries out, but when he's midway down the hall, I stomp my heel on the ground.
"Cole Walker!" I yell. "You haven't spoken a full sentence to me since we left the hospital." I shrug when he faces me. "Did I do something to upset you?"
"What?" His head shoots up, and his eyes pierce mine. "I'm not mad or upset with you. I'm furious at myself, and you should be too."
"Huh, why?" I ask, blinking.
"Jesus Christ, Alex, have you seen yourself?" He points to the white cast and the scratches on my body before roaming his hand through his locks.
"I should have protected you, and I fucking failed." He paces through the hall, ruffling his hair. "I wasn't in time to stop that bastard from hurting you. Have you any idea what scenarios crossed my mind when I caught him racing towards you? What if you hadn't jumped away in time? What if he hit you or had a gun and used it, for God’s sake, Alex," he says, tugging on his hair. "You could have been... "
He stops his sentence and walks away, bridging the gap to his front door. I'm nailed to the floor as he disappears into his penthouse. My brain activity is through the roof, reciting his words, and when they land, my mouth drops. As fast as my feet can go, I rush inside the apartment, and after closing the door, I note the entrance to the balcony is open. I dash outside where a warm breeze brushing along my skin welcomes me while patches of shadow arise as the sun is retreating.
The magnificent beach scene is still intact, waiting for action. My insides flutter as I reminisce about how incredible our date has been so far. I don't want this stupid incident to overshadow our perfect day. I won't let that asshole stain these memories for us.
My heart aches as I witness Cole standing at the baluster—knuckles white from clutching the railing while his head is hanging between his arms.
My tear ducts fill themselves, and as I walk his way, drops of water flow over my cheek. I wrap my arms around his waist, ignoring my cast and placing my head against his back.
How can he blame himself for this?He isn't superman, maybe my personal Thor. But even so, he forgets that what he has done for me so far is incredible.
"Cole, please. This accident isn't your fault. It's the bastard's fault," I hiccup with tears spilling.
