Page 6 of Rage's Heart

I arched a brow.

She definitely had my attention now.

Pasting on my best professional expression, I stepped inside and immediately stopped in my tracks.

What. The. Hell.

On the hospital bed sat a middle-aged man, sweating bullets, clutching his knee.

That part wasn’t unusual.

But the three dildos duct-taped to his leg—Wait. Was that duct-tape holding them to his leg? I looked closer.

Yep. Definitely duct-tape and definitely unusual.

Standing there, lost for words, I blinked. Then blinked again, because seriously. What. The. Hell.

“I—what…?”

“I told you, it was good,” Megan mumbled under her breath, barely keeping a straight face.

The man, who looked like he very much wanted to disappear, groaned. “Look, it’s not what it looks like.“

“Sir,“ I managed, trying my hardest not to burst out laughing, “I need you to explain to us exactly what this is, then.”

The patient sighed heavily, his face as red as a tomato. “It was a bet.”

Megan made a strangled choking noise, clearly enjoying this way too much.

I had so many questions.

“And who exactly bet you to duct-tape adult toys to your knee?” I asked, trying and failing to keep a straight face.

“My fantasy football league,” he muttered under his breath.

And that was her undoing. Megan completely lost it, wheezing as she slapped my arm. “I told you,” she gasped between laughs.

“Oh my God,” I whispered. Men were so damn stupid. “Okay. Got it.” That explained the toys but not his knee. “Uh...so, okay…but why is your knee swollen?”

The man shifted uncomfortably. “Well... the deal was, I had to wear them all day.”

I nodded, still not understanding how he injured his knee. “I picked the Chiefs to win the Super Bowl,“ he started to clarify, “and well…”

Ahh… I wrinkled my nose, finally understanding. “And they lost.”

“Yeah.“ The defeat in his voice was almost as comical as his… predicament. “This was part of the bet, which I admit was pretty damn funny until I slipped in my kitchen and heard something pop.”

“Because of the—” I motioned to his leg.

“Yeah,“ he confirmed miserably, glancing down at the accessories strapped to his knee.

Look. I tried, okay. I really tried to keep it together but he had three bright pink vibrators attached to his leg and I was pretty sure one of them was still humming.

Turning my head, I buried my face in Megan’s shoulder to muffle my laugh.

Megan, for her part, was howling at this point. “This poor man is suffering and we are—” I snort-laughed. “We are terrible people!“ I snorted again, trying to breathe.

Megan wiped at her eyes. “You attract weirdos like a magnet.“

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