Page 122 of Torn In Two

It was true. The two of them had been mostly avoiding each other since the night of the infamous threesome that was apparently never to be repeated, because Hawk and Hayden were too busy trying to one-up each other.

Hawk pressed his lips together and then drew the curtain. “I’m still perfectly capable of stitching up your finger.” He lowered his voice. “Even if I didn’t want to fuck you.”

Hayden watched him carefully. “You wanted to fuck me. You still do. That’s the whole problem, isn’t it?”

Hawk paused in rifling through the supply stand for a suture kit. “Do you want your finger fixed or not?”

Hayden held out his hand with a sigh. “Just stitch it, you know-it-all.”

Grayson stuck his head around the curtain, gaze landing on what Hawk was doing. He half covered his eyes with his hand. “I’m going to act like I don’t see you doing that, unlicensed, in a hospital.”

Hawk didn’t lift his gaze from where he was taking great delight in spraying Hayden’s cut-up finger with some sort of stinging antiseptic that had Hayden flinching. “We were never here, Doc. You saw nothing.”

Grayson didn’t seem convinced. He glanced over at me. “Stitches are one thing, but please don’t let him attempt any open-heart surgeries while I’m gone. I know he’s confident, but some things actually do require proper training.”

I chuckled. “I’ll do my best.”

“I’d rock an open-heart surgery,” Hawk muttered, his entire attention focused on his work.

Hayden just rolled his eyes. We all knew Hawk’s arrogance was out of control. But it was also something I kind of loved about him. I wished I had half the confidence in myself. I had no doubt in my mind that if someone had actually desperately needed heart surgery, and Hawk was the only one there to do it, he would have at least had a go.

I shook my head. “I need to get out there. Willa will be run off her feet, no doubt, and begging for some help.” It suddenly registered that Grayson had said he was leaving. “You aren’t actually leaving are you? The clinic…”

Grayson cringed. “I know. But I just got a call and I need to run home. I’ll be as quick as I can.”

Hawk glanced over at him finally. “You ditching us like your stuck-up doctor friends who think they’re too good to help the people who really need it?”

Grayson gave him a dirty look. “You did not just lump me in with Tahpley and his crew. I think you know me better than that by now.”

Hawk eyed him, then nodded. “Fine. Go. Don’t know what’s so urgent it can’t wait ’til five, but whatever.”

Grayson’s mouth pulled up at the corner. “That attitude is what’ll make you a great paramedic. Don’t lose it.” He turned to me. “Tell Willa I’m sorry and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

I nodded, watching him break into a run as he made his way down the corridor to the exit, swiping his staff card on the box by the door so they would let him out.

The noise from the waiting room was reaching a swell, and the nurses trying to keep the peace out there floated back to me. It was a job I could do for them, freeing them up for the actual medical procedures. At least the ones Hawk wasn’t stealing from them. “I need to go. Will you two maybe manage to be civil to each other while I’m gone?”

“Can’t make any promises like that, Little Mouse.” Hawk stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth and stabbed a needle into Hayden’s finger, pulling through a length of cord and neatly closing the slice mark in Hayden’s skin. “But I won’t kill him. So go on out there and do your thing. I’m nearly done here. Once I send old butterfingers here back to work, I’ll come join you.” He made another stitch. “Honestly, how the hell do you cut yourself this bad? Aren’t you some sort of hot-shot chef? Don’t you have any knife skills?”

Hayden ignored him and turned to me. “I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Absolutely. See you tonight. Unless Hawk here has given me a staph infection and I’m back here in a few hours with a raging fever and gangrene.”

Hawk glared at him. “Sometimes I really wish I’d just left you to bleed out on the side of the road, you know?”

“Sometimes I wish I’d aimed that gun higher than your leg.”

I sighed. “And sometimes I wish the two of you would just admit you want each other and kiss, but hey, we can’t all get what we want, can we? I’m going out to help some people who aren’t in the middle of using an argument as foreplay.”

Hawk stopped his sewing and stared at me. Hayden’s mouth dropped open in shock.

I snorted on a laugh and left them gawking.

Men were idiots. At least the two of them were.

Stupid, sexy, lovable idiots, who really needed to get on the same page because I hadn’t stopped thinking about being sandwiched between their naked bodies.

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