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“Watch yourself,” he warned.
I nodded and looked back down at my list, then closed my notebook, put it away, and picked up my e-reader. My heart was beating so hard that I could hear it in my ears.
Ten
Gage
Silky raven hair had fallen over her face as she lay, curled up in the leather chair, asleep. I scowled at her.
After her question this morning, I’d barely spoken to her. She’d been equally quiet. The few times I’d needed to take a piss, she had gone and gotten Huck to help me. I was letting her do the other shit, but she wasn’t going near my fucking dick. She’d brought up my needing a sponge bath, and I shut that down quick. I told her I’d make a call and get someone over here to do it. And I’d already texted Huck to get me someone who could bathe me.
Trinity had brought me lunch and pulled her away to go downstairs and eat. Which had pissed me off.
Why was Trinity being so damn nice to her? Because she hadn’t known Shiloh before—that was why.
I fisted my hands in the sheets as I watched her slow, even breathing. Admitting that I’d demanded she come back today because the idea of not seeing her again made me fucking livid didn’t help matters. Why couldn’t I just ignore her? I didn’t feel anything for her but hatred.
The fact that she didn’t remember me—us—was unfair. Memories of her seemed to cling to my damn soul. I fucking despised her, but it didn’t mean she hadn’t owned a piece of me once that I never got back.
Carmichael appeared at the door. It was time for her to leave.
He glanced at her, then back at me, frowning. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll talk to her about remaining alert.”
He walked over to her and shook her shoulder gently.
Anger stirred in my chest because he was waking her up. What the fuck was wrong with me? She had fallen asleep on the job. He should wake her ass up. I should have woken her ass up instead of watching her sleep.
I watched as she pushed the hair from her face and looked up at her uncle. Her eyes were still so fucking expressive. I could see the panic when she realized she’d fallen asleep. She sat up quickly, then turned to me.
“I didn’t—I mean, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I’m sorry,” she said, looking so fucking afraid that I needed to punch something.
Shiloh had never been afraid of anything. Especially me.
She stood up and then swayed slightly. My fucking reflex was to catch her, and when I tried to move, the pain slammed into me. I let out a string of curses. Carmichael caught her and was sitting her back down, whispering something to her. She nodded and gave him a weak smile.
Why was she pale? What the fuck was wrong with her?
“She needs a minute. I’ll check that wound and see how things are looking with you,” he said as he walked around the bed.
My eyes stayed locked on her.
“Why is she pale?” I didn’t like this one fucking bit.
“Uh, well, that happens from time to time. She has some other things that come with the trauma to her brain,” he said, then began to work over me, checking my bandage he’d changed out this morning.
“What other things?” I demanded. Why hadn’t they mentioned the other things?
Carmichael cleared his throat, and I could see he was uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. I should have been clear about all her health issues. If you prefer I come from now on, I will.”
I glared at him. “No, I want her here, but what are her other issues?”
“Gage.” Huck’s voice filled the room, and I shifted my heated gaze to him.
“What?” I snarled, pissed the fuck off about not being told everything.
He nodded his head toward Shiloh, who had her arms wrapped around her waist, watching me with wide, terrified eyes. Dammit! I was scowling, but I couldn’t help it.
“Stop looking at me like I’m about to do something to hurt you! Jesus Christ, you don’t have to be scared of me.”
