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“He’s good, babe,” Ace says solemnly.
A maniacal laugh cuts through the room, raising the hair on the back of my neck.
“Oh yes, he’s good. Because I’m taking care of him from this moment on.” Rowan dumps her bag out on the table, and tubes go skittering. “Take off your shirt.”
Talon does a doubletake at her and us.
“Don’t gawk at them for permission. Take off your shirt or I’ll rip it off.”
“Oh shit.” Talon raises his shirt over his head, revealing the bandage.
The instant her fingers pull at the tape, a low rumble echoes from my throat.
“Get over it. I’m nursing him.”
She exposes the wound and stops briefly, drawing in a deep breath, then goes about cleaning it. It’s been almost a week and it’s healing. But the skin is still swollen and bruised.
“These are coconut-infused wipes. And this is a salve with coconut oil. Use it three times a day to help with scarring.” She applies the ointment, and it’s all I can do to remain in place.
“I created these after Ford was stabbed.”
Talon’s smug grin falters, and he glances at me before saying, “Appreciate it, Hollywood.”
“And tonight, dinner is your choice. Whatever you want, any and all your favorites.”
“Your potatoes, the rest—surprise me.”
“Text me your ETA and I’ll have it ready.”
At this, I’m done. “Rowan?”
“Hmmm?” She continues to baby his wound.
“Babe, I’ll text you our ETA.”
“You need to get take-out. I’m not feeding you. This is Talon’s night.”
There’s a collective groan from the men and a chuckle from Robbie.
Irritation and jealousy stir in my gut. “I need the room.”
Jewls and Harley want to argue but trudge past us. Talon puts on his shirt and kisses Rowan’s cheek, whispering something behind her hair so I can’t read his lips.
Shithead.
When we’re alone, she packs up her things, ignoring me, not stopping when I wrap my hands around her waist. “Baby, your snit is unwarranted.”
“He’s hurt, and you didn’t tell me. We had to hear it through the dads.”
“He’s been through worse, and we didn’t want to worry you.”
She whips around, her face now a mask of fear. “Do you think I can’t handle it? Your job comes with danger and risks.”
I cup her cheek, lacing my fingers through her hair, and hold her stare. “You’re one of the strongest women I know, Rowan. Never doubt that.”
The fear clears, and she grips my wrist.
“Don’t withhold things. Talon is a groomsman in our wedding and uncle to our future children. I want to take care of him.”
