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I glared at him. “Stop calling her that.” Although it fucking fit.
He smirked, then put a bite of eggs in his mouth.
I left the room and made my way back upstairs.
Convincing Aspen that she needed to move in here would be another thing. The house her gran had lived in was still in her name. That had also been in the report. However, letting her go all the way back to Alabama to live alone wasn’t something I could do. Not right now. Not until I knew more about her heart defect. And just how fucking sheltered she was.
Opening the bedroom door, I walked inside and went over to the sofa with the food Trinity had given me. My appetite was scarce for possibly the first time in my life. Aspen looked healthy. With her long, thick auburn hair, bright green eyes, petite body with the perfect curves, creamy porcelain skin. She did not look sick. I fucking hated the thought that there was something hiding inside of her that could hurt her.
I put the plate of food on the end table. I couldn’t eat. My stomach hadn’t been okay since I had read the wordsheart defect, and it had only gotten worse from there.
Leaning forward, I rested my elbows on my knees and watched her sleep. Her long lashes fanned out over her cheekbones. Those lush lips of hers were slightly parted.
God, she was gorgeous. How was someone that damn beautiful broken?
And if there was a God or gods, what had made them think putting something that fucking fragile in my care was the right thing to do? I was the last damn man on the planet that needed to be taking care of her. Precious, innocent, breakable—those were not things I looked for in females, or anyone for that matter.
Aspen began to stretch, and she had my undivided attention. I watched every move of her body in fascination. This had to be a fucking joke that fate had decided to play on me. Place a woman in my hands to protect and take care of, who possessed every-fucking-thing I loved about a female, then make her something I could never touch. Not the way I craved. She’d never be able to handle my kinks. She was the kind of girl who needed gentle, sweet, caring shit, and I was not that.
When her eyes slowly opened, I wanted to sigh in relief that she was alive. She was okay. That heart of hers hadn’t done something wrong. Sleepy green pools locked on me, and then she blinked.
“Morning,” I said, hoping that rest would help her deal with the difficulty that today would bring.
She licked her lips, and my eyes dropped to watch. Jesus Christ, I had to stop lusting over her. For all I knew, vanilla sex might be more than her heart could handle. Thinking of her sexually was off the table. I had to compartmentalize. Accept she was fucking sexy as hell, but see her as … someone I had to keep safe. Take care of. Never fuck.
“How are you feeling?” I asked when she continued to stare at me.
She moved to sit up, and I wanted to curse the angels she looked like when the covers fell to her waist. Those more-than-a-handful tits, barely covered by the satin camisole, were hard to keep my eyes from ogling. Even the outline of nipples that I could make out was tempting.
“Did you get sleep?” she asked me in a husky voice that made me want to groan.
“Yeah, I did.”
She frowned. “Are you sure?”
Smiling, I nodded. “Positive.”
I could tell she was concerned about the fact that I was still wearing last night’s clothes. I wasn’t sure she remembered me getting in bed with her and figured it was best not to mention it.
“Oh no,” she gasped in alarm.
“What?” I asked, suddenly on edge, worried something I couldn’t see was wrong inside that body of hers.
“I, uh … I have to take …” She sighed, looking frustrated. “I have medications I need to take. Daily. They’re important.”
Fuck. Her heart. I’d seen the medications listed on her medical records.
“Where are they located?” I asked, taking out my phone.
“The medicine cabinet above the sink in my bathroom,” she replied. “But is it safe? What about that man’s body?”
That bastard had been taken care of last night. Huck had made that call.
“That’s not your concern. I’ll get your meds,” I assured her, then walked over and took out a pair of sweatpants with a drawstring and a T-shirt from my dresser. “Put these on until I can get you some clothes. Trinity cooked breakfast, and you need to eat.”
I didn’t wait for her to say anything more before stepping out of the bedroom to call Six and have him and Bart go get Aspen’s meds and pack up all the clothing and personal items in her room. She had too many things to face today. I wanted her to have her stuff around her.
Why the fuck had I not thought about the fact that she’d need meds? My own damn heart was going to need meds with the way it was racing.
