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“What the fuck are you talking about?” Talia snapped at her.
She lifted her tanned shoulders, which I wanted to lick, and barely gave Talia a glance. “Oh, you know, word gets around almost as fast as you do.”
Damn, this baby had a bite. One corner of her mouth curled as she held my gaze. I was fascinated, and this was not fucking good. I couldn’t fuck her out of my system—she was too goddamn young.
“Bitch,” Talia snarled at her and started to get out of my lap, but I put my hands on top of her thighs to hold her there.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Shiloh,” she replied.
There was a challenge in those blue eyes. One I wasn’t going to accept.
“You always this nasty, or was this just an excuse to talk to me?”
The way her expression changed for just a moment, as if I had struck her, made my chest tighten in an uncomfortable way that I was going to ignore. For both our sakes, she needed to get away from me.
“Hey, baby,” Jackson’s fucking voice called out.
She turned to look back at him as he came up to her and slid his hand around her waist. My body went rigid as I glared at his hand on her before jerking my gaze to Jackson and forcing a smile.
“Need to keep baby on a leash,” I told him, then smirked and turned my attention back to Talia. “Come on, love. You can suck my dick now,” I told her, then pressed a kiss to her mouth.
Jackson chuckled. “We’ll leave you to that.”
I didn’t look back at them as they left, but damn if it wasn’t difficult.
Five
Shiloh
Present Day
Gage had been asleep since I had returned to the room. For that, I was grateful, but I knew it was almost time to clean his knife wound, then change his bandage. Waking him up was not something I wanted to do.
My gaze kept going from the book on my e-reader to his bare chest. I had reread the same page five times, and I still had no idea what was happening. This was my first time seeing a man shirtless with a body like that. I mean, sure, I’d seen them on television or in ads. It was different, seeing it in real life. The fact that I was going to have to touch his chest to clean his wound and change his bandages should not excite me. He was hurt and sleeping, yet here I sat, ogling him. Shaking my head, I forced my gaze back to the book.
Focus on the words, Shiloh.That man is your patient. He’s dangerous, and he apparently hates you.
I shifted in my seat nervously, thinking about that issue. I wasn’t sure I’d ever know what I had done to make these guys dislike me so much. Asking them seemed like a bad idea. I wasn’t allowed to ask questions. Talking to them in general was probably not going to be taken well.
“Fuck,” Gage groaned, his deep voice husky from sleep.
I snapped my head up to meet his gaze. He was looking at me through his long, thick eyelashes. His amber-colored eyes were disarming enough. It seemed unfair that he’d gotten those lashes to go with them.
“You weren’t a drug-induced dream.”
I winced. Just my luck that the first man I found attractive couldn’t stand me.
“So, you don’t remember shit?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nothing past waking up in the hospital room.”
“How convenient,” he said, then tried to move but grunted instead.
“How is your pain?” I put my e-reader down and stood up to go help him.
“Oh, I don’t know, Shiloh. I was stabbed in the fucking chest, hit with a metal pole a few times. What the fuck do you think?”
