Page 219 of If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse

“Once? Also, fuck you, Rurik. I didn’t ask to get attacked in broad daylight, in the middle of the park, where there were several witnesses.”

“I’m not saying —”

“You are! You’re blaming me —”

“I’m not—”

“You know what, get the fuck off my bed. You’re too big. Go before I call Mr. Rogers and—”

“Do it. It will be hilarious watching him do nothing. I refuse to leave your side again—”

“You’re pissing me off—”

“You’re pissing me off—”

“Stop fucking interrupting me, you arrogant asshole—”

“You’re the one interrupting me, you little shit—”

“Jesus, if I had known you were going to be—”

“What? Huh? Tell me. Oh, I’m so sorry that I worry about my—”

“Arrogant, rude, major ass—”

“Crazy, psychotic, migraine—”

“Emma, please don’t tell me we were like this when we were young.”

We both whirl around at the new voice.

Drake Rogers and his wife are staring at us with amusement at the door.

Briar’s face brightens, and she tries to sit up, but my arms around her tighten.

I greet them with a charming smile, “Mr. Rogers. Mrs. Rogers.”

Briar tries to elbow me off of her.

Fucking adorable.

“Mrs. Rogers?” Mrs. Rogers says with a wrinkle on her nose. “Just call me Emma, please.”

“Emma,” Briar nods and grins.

Mr. Rogers — Drake — gasps in feigning hurt. “What the fuck? The amount of times I ask you to call me Drake, yet you disobey me? But when my wife bats her eyes, you do as she says?”

“Get over it,” Emma Rogers smirks before turning to us. “We just wanted to check in to ensure everything is okay?”

“Yes,” I say, ignoring Briar’s glares. God, I want them to leave so I can make out with her again.

“We’re okay,” Briar sighs, and I try not to grin as she settles back against me. My dick threatens to stand when her arm accidentally brushes against it, and I feel her freeze against me.

I kiss the back of her ear and whisper, “Behave, my crazy migraine.”

She responds by elbowing my side instead.

Emma and Drake continued staying for a few minutes, letting us know that if we both needed anything, we should let them know. Drake owns the hospital. I will assume he uses the building for other work, but I’m not in the mood to throw accusations around when he saves my girl’s life. After we thanked them, they left.

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