Page 97 of Leashed

And although his stomach had no say amid the rest of his more insistent injuries, he knew he was hungry.

Ryan returned, kneeling beside the tub and giving him another cursory scan. “I’m kind of torn here,” he whispered. “I need a few things to get you fixed up, but I can’t send Dio for obvious reasons. And I can’t take him with me in case you have a problem. But I’m sure as hell not leaving him here alone with you. He’s itching to take those gloves off.”

He opened one eye and chattered gruffly at his brother in agreement.

Dio was an opportunistic bastard.

And he wanted his drinking buddy back.

Leaning back against the counter, Ryan ran his hands through his short hair. “You did it, Bo.” He grinned, shaking his head in disbelief. “You fought fate and won.” A harsh buzzing pierced the air and he frowned, calling out into the hall. “Could you check on that, Dio?”

“On it.”

Unable to stay awake any longer, he sunk into the warmth of the water under his brother’s watchful eye.

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