Page 115 of Grumpy Sunshine

I turned my head slowly—because even I knew that turning it fast would cause a lot of pain—and found Chevy at the door, leaning against the doorjamb.

He was wearing a white t-shirt, faded jeans, and a backward facing ball cap.

I’d never seen anything so sexy in my life.

“Your cut,” I said.“It’s missing.”

He grinned.“Don’t wear it in this hospital.They told me one time if I did, I’d get fired.Can’t have any gang affiliation.”

“Losers,” I grumbled.“My face hurts.”

His eyes studied said face, taking in everything before saying, “It’s still as pretty as ever.”

I snorted.“It’s not.”

He pushed off the door and headed my way, his arms still crossed over his chest.

He studied my face for so long that I picked up my hand to touch my face.

He caught my hand before I could touch it and said, “You’ll have a very small scar, if at all.”

His hand engulfed my own, and he squeezed it lightly, brushing his large thumb over my knuckles.

I didn’t bother asking him where he’d been.

I knew.

“Did you kill him?”I blurted.

The man that’d come into my room earlier had shot something into the IV line at my hand, and that was the last thing I remembered before waking up.

My sister had informed me of what happened—an attempt on my life for a second time.She’d also told me that Chevy had killed the person, yet no one would talk to me about it.It was like they expected me to lose it.

Still, there was no Chevy until now.

His eyes twinkled as he said, “Of course I didn’t kill anyone.”

That was a lie.

I could see it in his eyes.

He’d done something.

He may not have killed whomever it was that’d done this to me, but he’d found them.

“Do you mind getting me some water?”I turned to Silver.

Silver got up and left without a word, and I saw her meet my dad outside as they spoke in soft tones.

I turned back to the man who was slowly becoming my reason for living and said, “I hope you make it hurt.”

His eyes twinkled as he replied, “Oh, baby.It would be nothing but a pleasure.”

He took Silver’s vacated seat, and he whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

He explained everything that had gone on in the last six hours.

He also pulled up a camera feed on his phone that showed what looked to be an underground parking area of some sort.

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