Page 7 of Obsession

“I suppose we look alike.”

“Except for the eyes,” I spoke as I washed the blood off and disinfected the area. “He has serene eyes. Yours are assessing. You expect threats. He doesn’t worry about them. Probably because he has a brother like you.”

“Observant, too.” The brother said without annoyance.

I couldn’t help that my brain worked fast. It was part of the job. My old job. You needed to spot liars and the truth. It could mean life or death.

But I was normally better at toning it down. Not saying my assumptions out loud. It tended to annoy people. And I hated dealing with their bruised egos.

“And beautiful.” My lip twitched as my savior added with a sigh.

“That’s the blood loss talking.” His brows tightened again, but I didn’t know if it was the pain or my response.

But I knew what I was. Not that I was ugly. Most people called me cute. Maybe it was the height or the curly hair. Even my sassy attitude somehow became cute or feisty instead of bitchy.

“So, what’s your name, Superman?” I spoke as I noted the wound had missed any major organs. Now that I had light, I could assess his injuries. I would have preferred an X-ray to confirm, but I was sure enough to continue stitching.

“Superman?” He grunted as I jabbed the needle into his skin, numbing the area. I didn’t bother with a countdown or telling him what I was doing. It had to happen fast. I didn’t have time to argue.

“Well, you did save me. Seems appropriate.” The smile spread across my face even as he looked at me with confusion.

“Superman can instantly heal moderate injuries unless exposed to Kryptonite.” My smile widened as he spoke, almost clinically. Like he was just spouting facts. It was endearing. “So if I were him, I wouldn’t need you. That would be disappointing.”

His lips twitched, like he was trying to smile, before his head fell back and his eyes closed. He’d rather be stabbed and require stitches than not meet me. Something warm bloomed in my chest. I’m pretty sure that was the best and weirdest compliment I’d ever received.

“Holy shit, did Nathan just flirt with a girl?” A new man who entered with a beautiful redhead spoke. Cole laughed, but I didn’t understand their dynamics enough to understand the joke.

He crossed the room, coming to stand by my savior. “Was it Aaron?”

“No.” He shook his head, but his gaze barely glanced at the other man. “It was random. He was going for her. I got in the way.”

“Nathan.” He shook his head as he moved back to let me work.

I smiled down at him. “Nathan. So you do have a name.”

“I like how it sounds on your lips, Songbird.”

My fingers stilled on the stitch I was making. Songbird? Did he know my name? He knew I’d broken up with Brad. Had he been listening to our conversation? Who were these people?

“Who’s the girl?” The newcomer asked, mirroring my thoughts.

“Still trying to figure that out.” The brother spoke. “Care to provide us with a name, Doc?”

The nickname had my lungs constricting. I missed when that title had meant something. No one could take away my M.D. or all the knowledge and work I’d gone through to get it. But I no longer felt like I deserved the title.

“Probably not a good idea,” I answered, as I placed a few more stitches.

“Smart.” The newcomer came closer. “And trained. Those are pretty straight.”

My mouth pinched, and my eyes narrowed as I snipped the thread. I grabbed a piece of medical tape and secured the end loosely. It was better if there was a little give in the stitches or the wound wouldn’t heal as clean. He’d still have a scar, but it could’ve been worse.

“Pretty straight?” I snapped as I glared at the man. “Those are damn near perfect.”

The brother snorted, covering his mouth with his hand like he was trying to hide a chuckle. Now that I was looking at him, I noted that the second guy was bigger than my savior and his brother. He had darker hair and a lot of tattoos. Almost too many. It was clear his muscles weren’t for show.

“I take it she doesn’t know who we are.” He said to the brother.

“I know you’re criminals.” Their heads jerked back in surprise. “It doesn’t require a genius to figure it out. You have a room to treat injuries. Your brother gets stabbed outside of the club that I assume you own, and you don’t want to take him to the hospital.”

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