Page 11 of Bloom: Part 2

“What?”

“The world would have been a much darker place with me in it, but no you.”

“God, you’re so…”

“Stupid? Intense? Weird? I know.”

“No, I was going to say ‘incredibly sweet.’”

“I’m not sweet. I’m a biker.”

“A sweet one. I like it, but you must never try to leave the hospital again. Your recovery comes first.”

“But I don’t know why I’m still here. It’s been two weeks already. I’m all better.”

“Be patient. I don’t want any mistakes made, and it was a major surgery. Can you endure it a little longer for me?”

His lips touched my neck. He thought I had control over him? What about the way I was helpless against his requests?

“Okay.”

“Good boy.”

His good boy.

Best feeling in the world.

A knock sounded on the door. Logan held on to me tightly for a second, as if he wouldn’t let go, then got out of bed just as the door opened. A familiar man I had seen a handful of times speaking about the incident at the hospital entered the room. When he saw Logan, he turned down his lips and pulled back his shoulders. Behind him was a young woman with short red hair, dressed professionally in a black pantsuit.

“What the hell is this, Andrews?” Logan’s voice was strung tight, and his jaw set in a determined line.

“Dr. Collier, if you could step outside for a minute? This concerns the patient.”

I blew a breath out of my nostrils. How dared he speak to Logan like that? Especially in front of me. Didn’t he fear me cutting open his throat?

“Whatever concerns him concerns me.”

“Man, you just know how to step in it, don’t you?” Andrews smiled, the stretch of his lips malicious. “Natasha, are you getting this? This man is—”

“Dr. Logan Collier,” Natasha said. “He’s the one those men were after the day of the tragedy.”

“Is there a reason you are here?” Logan asked.

“As a matter of fact, yes.” Andrews shifted his attention from Logan to me. “Bloom, how are you doing? I trust we’ve been doing all we can to make your stay with us comfortable.”

I bit my bottom lip. Would Logan give me a tongue lashing if I told this man to go fuck himself? I knew what he’d done. Logan had tried keeping it from me, but Jamie was a bit of a chatterbox.This man was the reason Dr. Collier had been asked to take an extended leave from the hospital.

“As well as expected,” Logan replied. “He’s on the mend but can’t accept long visits. He tires easily.”

Andrews scowled. For a second, he looked as if he wanted to argue with Logan, but he snapped his mouth shut.

“You’re upsetting Logan,” I said slowly. “I don’t like that. Maybe you should go.”

“Bloom, it’s okay.” Logan brushed a lock of hair away from my face. “I’m sure Andrews has a good reason for being here.”

“Actually, I do. This young lady is Natasha Hastings with the Smoky Vale Star, and she’s here to write an article about what happened.”

“Aren’t there enough articles?” I’d scoured every one I could find to see which I’d been mentioned in. All of them.

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