Page 17 of Torn In Two

I got up quickly. “Sit down, Bliss. That baby is gonna tip you over.”

She didn’t complain, groaning as she lowered herself into the seat, which I was grateful for because it drew some of the attention away from me.

I glared at Chaos and muttered, “Could have woken me up, asshole.”

“I tried. You sleep like you’re dead. And you snore.”

“I do fucking not.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And drool. I have a wet patch on my shoulder now.”

Oh, fuck this guy. I hadn’t slept in more than twenty-four hours. So I was tired and fell asleep on him. Didn’t mean I wanted to go to bed with the guy.

I shoved my hands in my pockets, not wanting the reminder of what Chaos and I had been talking about earlier before I’d apparently taken a little nap.

Thinking about fucking his mouth and his ass sent another hot flush through me that I wished would just piss off. He was hot. So what? I wasn’t into guys. Anyone who didn’t think him attractive would be lying. He had his dirty-blond hair scraped back into a tie at the nape of his neck, and he was filthy from digging in the dirt with me, smudges all over his cheeks that only made his blue eyes pop. His T-shirt clung to his pecs and abs, but I only noticed them because I was forever working on my own, so I paid attention to them in other guys. Didn’t mean I wanted to get them naked and go down on them.

Except my idiot brain wouldn’t stop conjuring up images of Hayden doing exactly that, and it was really starting to irk me.

I wanted Kara.

Kara with her full tits and sweet, curvy ass.

“Any news?” Rebel anxiously peered past me through the windows in the doors to the treatment rooms and wards.

I didn’t fucking know because I’d been asleep. We all looked at Chaos.

“Not much,” he said reluctantly. “Only that she’s stable and talking. They wouldn’t let me…us…see her.”

Rebel drew her mouth into a determined line. “They’ll let me. Unlike you two, I’m family.”

I didn’t bother telling her that we’d tried claiming we were her husbands in order to get in. To be fair, that probably hadn’t helped our case. I doubted anyone believed we really were brother husbands.

Though my sleeping on Chaos’s shoulder had probably raised some questions.

I left Rebel to go yell at the nurses, and turned to War, a million questions playing over in my head. “What the hell happened last night?”

War glanced at Chaos, wary distrust in his eyes. “I’m going to walk five steps that way to talk to my VP. I’m going to leave my woman right there beside you because she’s exhausted, and if you want to live to see Kara, you’ll not only not lay a finger on my old lady, you’ll also make sure nobody else does.”

Bliss rolled her eyes at War’s little speech of dominance and waved him off impatiently. “Stop hovering. He’s Liam’s brother. He’s not going to hurt me.” She turned to Chaos and held out her hand like they were at a business meeting. “I’m Bliss. Forgive me if we’ve met before.” She pointed at her bump. “Baby brain is real.”

“Bliss, you do remember he shot me in the leg, right?” I complained.

Rebel glanced over from the nurses’ station. “Can you blame him though? I think about shooting you daily.”

Chaos chuckled.

Rebel shot him a look. “Don’t you be getting your giggle on. Bliss and Kara are a whole lot nicer than me. I wouldn’t trust you as far as I can throw you.”

War dragged me across the room before I could conjure up a comeback for the pipsqueak who was forever a thorn in my side. She was lucky I actually also liked her, because she was a permanent, attitude-filled, pain in my neck. If she was going to pick on Chaos too, I could be down with that.

War positioned us so he was watching Hayden and Bliss chat, but I already knew Chaos wasn’t going to pull anything.

He’d had all night to try and he hadn’t.

I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep on him, though my right side was still warmer than my left from where I’d been cuddled up to him.

Fucking mortifying.

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