Page 10 of Bear with Me

“Get her something light. We don’t want to risk too much too soon,” Jensen said.

“I’m starving,” she admitted. “And I really want that shower.”

“Later,” Jensen said. “Let’s get those feet underneath you, first.”

She nodded then glanced back at Brock.

“I’ll be back,” he vowed, and the intensity of his gaze sent a shiver through her.

He opened the cabin door, allowing the spill of sunlight to wash across the floor, before he tugged it closed behind him.

The room felt empty without him. She wanted to call out, to ask him to stay, but she didn’t. Instead, she wondered how long it would be before the real Brock returned. The one who viewed her with contempt and couldn’t wait for her to go away. That man had hurt her with his harsh criticisms, and if she let down her walls at his sudden care and concern, he’d destroy her when things went back to how they were. She couldn’t let that happen.

Chapter Five

Jemma stared at the door for a long moment before the touch of a needle against her skin pulled her back to the room and Jensen. If it wasn’t one Holloway testing her, it was another.

“A little warning would have been nice.”

Jensen merely lifted a brow. “I did tell you. Not my fault you were staring after my brother like a…”

She glared, taking delight in the way he flushed and didn’t finish what he’d been saying. She didn’t want to know what he’d been ready to compare her to.

“Did I hit my head?” she asked.

Jensen glanced up at her as he finished drawing a third vial of blood. He made quick work of removing the needle then putting on the bandage. Setting everything aside, he cupped her face, his fingers probing along her scalp.

“Does it hurt anywhere?”

“With you pushing on it, it does,” she groused, shoving him away. “My head is fine.”

“Then why did you ask?”

He took the vials and carried them to the back counter where his medical equipment was stored. He kept his back to her while he spoke.

“Go ahead and remove Brock’s shirt. I need to check your wound.”

“No need for a show of decorum, Jensen. We’re shifters.”

“You’re also my brother’s mate.”

She snorted at that. “I think he’s made it perfectly clear that’s not true.”

“And you?” he asked as he walked over, his gaze running clinically over her as she tossed aside the shirt. He zeroed in on her side.

“What?” she asked.

“Tell me you don’t feel pulled to him. The two of you can’t stay apart.”

“We barely tolerate being in each other’s company,” she countered. “Before today, at least.”

“I swear none of my brothers makes it easy on themselves when it comes to mating,” Jensen mumbled as he motioned for her to roll onto her hip, so the place she’d been stabbed was toward him.

“Owe! That hurts.”

He ignored her and kept prodding at the wound. She tried to turn her head to see it, but her breast made it impossible to get a good view. She cupped the mound of flesh and did her best to flatten it in the other direction.

“It looks red,” she said then hissed as he touched a spot that made her see spots while her vision darkened around the edges.

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