Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27684 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Marnie’s lips lifted at the corners, and she lost the tension that had crept into her shoulders.
“Second…you think I’m hot?”
She rolled her eyes and giggled. “Like you don’t know how sexy women think you are.”
Grasping her chin, I looked straight into her eyes when I responded. “I only care about what one woman thinks.”
“B-bu-but you just met me,” she sputtered.
“Didn’t take more than a second to know you were mine, angel.”
Before she could reply, the ambulance came to a stop, and the doors flung open.
Blade glanced in, and his brows went up when he saw Marnie sitting beside me and our hands still melded together.
Marnie tried to untangle her fingers from mine and sighed when I refused to let go. “Hayes, I should probably get out of their way.”
Blade’s lips spread into a grin at her use of my given name. I knew he was gearing up to make a smart-ass comment, so I scowled at him, making him roll his eyes and shrug.
The paramedic who’d ridden with us scooted to the back of the truck and hopped out. Then he held his palm out toward my girl. “Here. I’ll help you down.”
A growl rumbled in my chest, and Blade quickly nudged the guy away, stepping into his spot. “They need to get you out of the truck,” he grumbled at me. Then he reached for Marnie, and I reluctantly let her go. Only because Blade was a happily married man, and I knew he wouldn’t be remotely interested in Marnie. Not that it stopped me from grinding my teeth at seeing another man’s hands on my angel.
As soon as she was steady on the ground, he released her, causing my irrational anger to recede.
My gurney was removed from the truck, and as they wheeled me past Marnie, I reached out and snatched her hand once more, forcing her to come along.
“Sir—” one of the paramedics began, but he was interrupted by Blade.
“She’s fine, Danson. Leave it alone.”
No one said another word as they took me to a private room and transferred me onto the bed.
Blade paused just inside the room and withdrew his phone from the pocket of his long white lab coat. “Wolf,” he grunted at me as he swiped his finger over the screen. His eyes darted to Marnie as he put the phone to his ear, then he pivoted and strolled out into the hallway.
A nurse took my vitals, and just as she was finishing up, Blade stepped back into the room.
He waited for the staff to leave, assuring them he would make sure I changed into a hospital gown and was given an IV. Then he smiled at my angel. “Marnie, right?”
She nodded with a slight curve to her lips.
“I’m sure you and Ice are probably hungry.”
Marnie’s stomach chose that moment to growl, and she blushed adorably. “Um, yeah. I didn’t eat during my shift and then the accident…”
“Mind running down to the cafeteria and grabbing some food?” Blade asked her.
“Sure.”
I wanted to protest, but if Wolf had information about the accident, I wanted to hear it before Marnie found out. And if it was club business, she’d need to be out of earshot anyway.
“Come right back to me,” I ordered her gruffly, digging in my pocket to give her some cash.
She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, then let go and walked to the door. My eyes were glued to her swinging hips and curvy ass until she disappeared into the hallway.
“I take it Sheila needs to get working on another vest,” Blade drawled as he grabbed a hospital gown from a cupboard near the head of the bed.
“Damn straight,” I muttered. My face twisted with disgust when he held out the folded clothing. “I’m fine. Not gonna put on one of those stupid things. Do whatever and let me get back to the clubhouse.”
Blade rolled his eyes and shook the garment in front of me. “According to Marnie, you hit your head pretty fucking hard, Ice. You’ve got scrapes and bruises and a few cuts that need stitches. Not going home until I’ve treated everything and determined that you don’t have a concussion.”
“You can do all that shit without making me wear a fucking nightgown. Now, what did Wolf have to say?” I asked, changing the subject.
Blade sighed and tossed the garment on the end of the bed. “Fine. I won’t keep you overnight, but your ass is staying in bed tomorrow.”
I opened my mouth but shut it when he scowled and pointed a finger at me.
“Or you can stay here tonight and tomorrow.”
“Asshole,” I grumbled.
He shrugged unrepentantly, then walked to a cabinet across the room and opened it, fishing for supplies as he filled me in.
“Brake line was cut.”
I frowned. “Wolf did a full maintenance on my bike last week.”
“That’s what he said. This wasn't an accident. Besides that, the line was sliced just enough that it wouldn’t fail at first, which is why you were able to get as far as you did without noticing.”