AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Why aren’t they hurrying?” Then she realized why.
Rain was on one side with Clay on the other. In the middle was a third person, a tall, strong man crumpled over, his weight being supported by his comrades.
She made a grab for the door handle, but Lark’s hard voice rang out. “Don’t move, Dove. Your man is injured and he’s going to need you to be your best for him.”
ChapterSeventeen
Quaide’s shoulders and spine felt as though they were on fire. And his chest felt tight and hot with rage aimed at himself.
He couldn’t believe he’d been weakened by a quick slash of a knife blade. Of all things that he’d faced in the Marines and FBI, he didn’t expect such a small thing to drain him of his strength.
He lay face down on a hard bed, aware of his surroundings even if he didn’t feel completely connected to his body. The sterile smell of hospital stung his nostrils, but he’d been warned several times already not to get up while the doctor was stitching his wound.
“Dove. Where is Dove?” he asked.
Clay’s voice came from nearby. “I already told you three times before this that Dove is safe. She’s just outside the door.”
“Is she safe? Does she have a guard?” He’d lost too much blood. It made the room spin.
“Julius is with her. He rushed back to help. No one is going to harm her.”
“Or take her.” He ground out his oath. He’d personally killed the three men responsible for taking Dove and Rain. And offhisproperty, no less.
He inwardly groaned. That was all he had now—a piece of land. When he last saw the house, it was a desiccated shell of some burned out walls and ash within. He hadn’t only lost a place to live and a lot of memories—Sentry lost all their equipment.
It wouldn’t be an easy feat to get the funding for more, either. It could be weeks or even months, and that would be time wasted. Time where criminals doubled their ranks, swelled in power and more people got hurt.
Noises projected from beyond the privacy curtain. A female voice grew in strength and blazed with anger. “You can’t keep me away from him anymore, Julius! I’m going in!”
The slight tugging of thread in his back paused as the doctor took a break. Quaide lifted his head to look at Clay. “Let her in. Please. She’s upset, and we can’t be separated anymore.” The gritty tone of his own voice sounded rough-edged in his own ears.
Tugging on his hat brim in answer, Clay got up. Quaide couldn’t see what was happening, but seconds later, a soft gasp reached his ears. A sound he knew all too well as coming from the woman he loved.
Dove’s hips came into view, and then she clutched his hand. “Oh my god! Are you okay?” She bent over him, her lips landing on his cheek in the sweetest, most beautiful moment of his damn life.
He grasped her fingers. “I’m fine. Just getting a Band-Aid on my booboo.”
A watery laugh exploded from her, and that sound carved out a deeper hole in his heart where she fit in like a key to a lock.
Her lips brushed up his cheek toward his ear. “That’s an awful big booboo you’ve got there.”
“I’m big everywhere.”
She expelled a surprised giggle.
The doctor cleared his throat, breaking into their insinuative banter. “The blood you lost will naturally be replaced over the span of a few days. Be sure to drink lots of water and get good nutrients through food in the meantime. Someone will be in to dress your wound.”
He started to speak, but Dove straightened and swung toward the doctor. “Thank you.”
The sincerity written on her beautiful face had Quaide’s heart flexing with an outpouring of love. Though the wound wasn’t life-threatening, the fact that Dove was here for him gave him a new tightness in his chest. They’d moved forward in this relationship—together.
Everything else should be easy.
Loving her was easy.
As soon as the doctor walked out, Quaide arched a brow at his lover. “I guess we’re going to be having a lot of sex with me on top.”
Her eyes widened and she slanted a look toward the foot of the bed. “I think the doctor heard that!” she whispered.
