Page 21 of Whiskey Smoke


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“How did you even know about my heart?” I asked him.

He sighed and walked over to sit beside me. “Your sister mentioned it. I didn’t have details, but when you asked for your medications this morning, I did a little digging.”

A little digging? What did that mean?

“I just want to help you. I’m not trying to control your life, Aspen. But eventually, you’ll leave here and start a life. Get a job, a place to live. I want to make sure you’re healthy and you have what you need when that day comes.”

“How did you make this happen?” I asked, still not sure I completely believed that my sister had mentioned my heart condition to him.

“I have some friends with connections. Blaise Hughes is a very good friend of mine. I work for him in a way. Our families go back a long time. His father, Garrett Hughes, is a powerful man. A billionaire who happens to own Miami Medical.”

Talk about friends in high places. I was stunned. There was a man who owned a hospital? Could one man own one of those?

“So, your friend just called Dr. Andrus?” I asked.

He nodded. “Yes. He just called Dr. Andrus.”

There were more questions, but right now, I needed some time alone. Again.

“Thank you. I keep saying that to you, and the words aren’t enough. I don’t know how I am ever going to repay you for all you’ve done. Just saving me last night was enough. You just keep doing things, and now, you’re making miracles happen.”

His low chuckle made my insides feel warm. “That wasn’t a miracle, Aspen. Just things I had the power to handle.”

“But why? You’re spending all this time and energy to help me. I’m a stranger. Why? Do you normally do this kind of thing? Are you some kind of philanthropist?”

He grinned and shook his head. “So fucking far from it. Not even close.”

“You are for me,” I argued.

He leaned toward me. I could smell him, and I wanted to cuddle against his chest, but I remained where I was.

“Kitty was my friend. We had some good times together. Let’s just say my helping you helps me work through the fact that I wasn’t able to save her.”

Had he loved my sister? That would explain why he was doing all this. The thought that he’d been in love with her didn’t settle well with me, and I hated that I felt that way.

“Did you love her?” I asked him, needing to know. Maybe it would keep me from developing feelings for him.

“No, sweetheart. I don’t love. Not in my DNA. I like to fuck. Sometimes, the women I fuck become friends too. Nothing more.” He stood up and held out his hand to me. “Come on. It’s time for dinner.”

I slipped my hand into his and stood up beside him. Unable to get the image of Levi having sex out of my head. That was going to be hard not to think about. With all that had happened, I hadn’t thought about the woman giving him a blow job outside of the club. I was remembering it now though. He’d said he fucked, and although that was a word I didn’t use, hearing him say it was a turn-on. I wished he’d continued talking about how he fucked. There were things I had questions about, and I was sure he had all the answers.

Eleven

Levi

Sounds of screaming had me bolting out of bed before I realized what was happening. Confused from the deep sleep I’d been in, I paused and looked around my dark bedroom. Then, I heard it again. Aspen.

I jerked my door open and ran out into the hallway toward Aspen’s room at the same time Kye’s door swung open and he came out, looking as confused as I had been.

“What the fuck?” he asked, wide-eyed and completely naked.

I glanced down at myself. I normally slept naked, but I’d put on boxers before going to bed, for fear she might need me in the middle of the night.

“Get on some fucking shorts,” I growled at him, then opened her door, already knowing it was another nightmare.

The moonlight filtered into the room, and I could see Aspen’s covers twisted around her as she fought, whimpering and crying out. I hoped there was a hell and the motherfucker who had caused this was burning in it.

Leaning over the bed, I untangled her from the sheets and leaned down to talk to her gently. “It’s okay. You’re fine. It’s a bad dream.”

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