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“Are you sure? You did hit your head, and you do have concussion,” Doc Paul interrupted.
“I’m sure there was someone,” I insisted.
“That will be easy enough to check. That racking is only a few years old and is bolted to the ground. It is checked every quarter for safety reasons. I’ll get someone out,” Uncle Brian said as he pulled his phone out.
“Good idea. Now, Summer, you might not be feeling pain yet as we’ve given you some strong medication. But you will soon press the button, and that will give you pain relief,” Doc Paul said, holding up a remote. He placed it next to my hand.
“How bad was I hurt?” I finally asked.
“You hit your head and needed stitched, and you’ll be covered in bumps and bruises from the racking and equipment landing on you. But luckily, nothing was broken. Your ankle took a verybad whack and will be painful to walk on, but apart from that, you’re going to be just fine,” Doc Paul said with a wink.
Slick
Slick raced to the hospital, panic-stricken. He’d received a call from Lynda, who’d seen Summer brought in. Despite Lynda owning and operating South Dakota’s premier burns and scars units, she still saw a couple of private patients at the hospital. When they’d tried to burn her, Phoe had stepped in and built Lynda a state-of-the-art facility with a reputation for first class care that kept growing. In the first year, Lynda had already repaid half the money Phoe had invested.
He was sickened of himself because when Summer had been injured, he’d been holed up in a hotel room fucking the life out of Irish. For three days, he’d avoided everyone and then stumbled across Irish in the same dive bar she’d found him in initially. Their eyes had met, and neither of them had said a word, but he’d followed her out and back to her motel. Slick thought he could fuck her out of his system and had been doing just that when the call came in that Summer had been hurt.
He’d fucked Irish all through the night and day, and he still craved her. But when the call came, he’d dropped Irish and raced off. He’d seen the hurt and betrayal in her face even as she hid it. It made Slick feel like a class one asshole. Slick had never played two women off against each other. It was a vile thing to do, and yet here he was, torn between two.
His mind was a fuckin’ mess, and Slick couldn’t get it straight. Axel had tried sitting him down to talk, but Slick blew him off and disappeared. He didn’t want to talk shit out. No, what Slick wanted was impossible. As much as he didn’t wantto accept him, Slick knew he wanted both women. And couldn’t have either.
Slick parked at the hospital, raced in, and asked at reception for Summer. The receptionist took his details and told him to take a seat and she’d call him when she had information. Slick wanted to shout and scream at her but knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere. Instead, he texted Lynda, who replied immediately that she’d already left the hospital.
For five minutes, Slick sat there twiddling his thumbs, worrying that Summer was seriously injured. He was staring at the doors when a shadow fell over him, and he looked up into the angry gaze of Summer’s uncle.
“How is she?” he demanded, leaping to his feet.
“You’ve got a fucking cheek coming here after what you did to her,” Brian growled out.
“I love her,” Slick objected.
Brian leant forward and sniffed, and disgust crossed his face.
“You love her so much, son. You came to the hospital smelling of sex,” Brian accused.
Shame flooded Slick, and he couldn’t deny it.
“I was trying to fuck Irish out of my system,” he admitted.
“Well, good luck with that shit. Summer doesn’t want to see you. I told her you were here, and she told me to send you away. Leave her alone. My girl is done with the games you’re playing, son.”
“Ain’t playing no games. I love Summer, but I got feelings for Irish. I’m torn between them, Brian. It’s not a fuckin’ position I ever wanted to be in. All I dreamed of was someone like Summer, and then I found her. I had the world in my hands for two weeks, and then shit got complicated.”
“Complicated ain’t fucking two women at the same time. Summer gave you a chance, and you cheated on her.”
“We weren’t together when I slept with Irish.”
“Oh, that shit about being on a break. Don’t give me that. Your cock doesn’t control you; you control it. You cheated, plain and simple, and I’m done arguing. Summer said to leave her alone. I’m telling you, leave her the fuck alone. Otherwise, shit will get bad when I bring in the police for harassment and stalking. I’ll do anything to protect her, you hear me?”
“Tell her I love her,” Slick insisted.
His whole world was spiralling. Nothing made sense anymore.
“Leave her alone,” Brian hissed and stormed off.
Slick stared after him, looking for a break, a sign, just anything to give him hope. But the set shoulders of the man killed any spark inside him. Summer was done with him. And even if she weren’t, Brian would make sure Slick didn’t get close.
Morosely, he left the hospital and made his way back to the motel room. When he entered, he was shocked to find it empty. On the bed was a note.
