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"Fleabag!"
He stiffens. Is it because I used the safe word? I’ve never used it, but it seemed like the only way to stop him. But I didn’t expect to see the shock on his face when he turns to face me.
"Wife?" He swallows. "Did you just—"
"Say fleabag?" I nod. "Didn’t see any other way of stopping you. It was my fault. Honestly. I was in my own world and crossed when the pedestrian cross sign was red. It wasmyfault."
He draws in a breath, then slowly walks back to me. He takes my hand in his again and holds my gaze. "I’m sorry, I lost my temper. Seeing you hurt and helpless is more than I can bear. I’ve been berating myself ever since Weston called me and told me you were in hospital. It’s a good thing I was with Baron when I got the call, or I might not have made it here."
I stare. "You were with Baron?"
"You were with Baron?" Dr. Kincaid asks at the same time.
"Yes, I was." My husband flushes. He releases his grip on my fingers, then stuffs his hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt.
A sweatshirt, people! Not that I don’t find his three-piece-suited-and-vested look sexy, but Eddie unshaven and in a hoodie, and in grey sweatpants that outline that appendage between his legs, is drool-worthy. I squeeze my thighs together. My husband darts me a look. A gleam comes into his eyes as if he senses my reaction to his presence, but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he gives me that half smile which brings out the divot in his cheek. "I took your advice."
"I’m glad you did," I murmur.
"About time the two of you made up," Dr. Kincaid growls.
"Someone talking about me?" Baron walks in. "Weston." He and the doctor bump fists, then he fixes his gaze on my husband.
"I spoke with the man outside who was responsible for the accident."
My husband begins to speak, but Baron raises his hand. "The man was digging a groove in the floor with his pacing. He was extremely sorry and apologetic. And at the risk of being beaten up, by all counts, it wasn’t his fault."
"It wasn’t. I was the one who ran into his path. I crossed when I shouldn’t have."
"Glad you’re doing okay." Baron smiles at me.
A nurse walks in, then stops when she sees all three men. And whoa, the three of them together are like a rugby defense team, with their height and broad shoulders. Lord alone knows how it is when all seven of them are in the same room. It probably results in an overload of pheromones that attracts all the women within a square mile of them.
"Oh, I’m sorry, Doctor Kincaid. I didn’t realize you were still here. I wanted to check if the patient is being admitted?"
The doctor looks at me, then shakes his head. "I’m discharging you. You need to take it easy though, get some rest, lots of fluids… And stay warm."
"I’ll make sure she does," my husband vows.
"Thank you, doctor" I tell him.
He smiles and nods at me, claps Baron on his shoulder, shakes Edward’s hand, and leaves.
Baron looks between us. "Can I give you both a lift home?"
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Edward
I walk toward my wife and scoop her up in my arms, leaving Baron to get her bag.
"I can walk," she murmurs.
"Not when I can carry you."
To my surprise, she doesn’t protest. She snuggles in, and I take her to the car. I place her in the back seat, then walk around and slide in next to her.
"Where to, folks?" Baron looks at us in the mirror.
