Page 72 of The Devil's Curve


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“You’re cut pretty bad. I can clean that up for you.”

Reese nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

Reese stood and motioned for the bathroom.

Josie started to walk toward it.

“Steph, here,” Reese said. “Put something on TV. Relax. Put your feet up. There’s a charger for your phone next to the bed. Don’t go through any of my drawers and shit. Okay?”

“Okay,” Steph said.

“If you get hungry, let me know. I’ll have one of the prospects bring you something to eat.”

“Really? For free?”

Reese laughed. “Just relax a little.”

Josie stood in the doorway to the bathroom.

As Reese approached her, he smirked. That little smirk was enough to kick up butterflies in Josie’s stomach. She touched her belly and sighed.

Maybe the butterflies were just nerves.

Because she had to tell Reese - and the MC - who the father of Steph’s baby was.

* * *

“What happened?” Josie asked.

The cut had stopped bleeding. It was now clean and wasn’t as bad as it looked smeared with blood.

“Nothing.”

“Reese…”

“What? Do you really want to know?”

Josie looked at him as she opened a bandage. “I actually do.”

“Okay. We’re trying to track down the source of Starla’s supply. Because someone used her to move that shit. Offered her a deal. She didn’t really understand what she was doing… maybe. That’s her problem. So, we went to talk with another crew and things got heated.”

“Things always get heated, don’t they?”

“When someone else is wrong, yeah.”

“So, you’re never wrong?” Josie asked.

Reese touched her jaw and grinned. “Never wrong, sweetheart.”

Josie wanted to roll her eyes, but instead, her mouth went dry. She gently put the bandage on Reese’s arm.

“You’ll be fine,” she said.

“I know that. Thanks for patching me up, Josie.”

“Anytime.”

Reese laughed. “Yeah, right. This is like an old habit, sweetheart. You do it once or twice for memories and then it gets annoying. Then you hate it.”

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