Page 49 of Misery and Ecstasy

“Maybe try to talk her into coming to see me. But in my professional opinion, I didn’t see any glaring warning signs while talking to her. She’s just in the middle of a low point, but she’s looking forward to being on the other side of it—her words.”

I nod because I’m afraid if I open my mouth, all the words I know I can’t say to her will come flooding out of it.

“Anyway. What about Delilah? Do you know if she’s waiting on me?”

I grip the back of my neck, still scared I’m going to stick my foot in my mouth when it opens.

“Uh-no. No, I think Royce is probably seeing to it that she’s okay.”

There, that’s a safe way to say he’s likely banging the shit out of her until she forgets all about the fight without having to bring up sex to the doc.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

MCKINSEY

It’s not safe for me here.

I’ve never felt truly safe at the clubhouse, but the type of danger I’m sensing now is completely different.

And with the way Draven was acting a second ago—all bedroom eyes and bitten lips—coupled with him hinting at the high likelihood that Royce and Delilah are off screwing, I’m more at risk than ever.

“Well… I should get going, then.” Turning from him, I walk to the sink. Lifting the glass to my lips, I slowly finish the rest of my water.

I imagine Draven stalking over to me, pressing his chest against my back like when he was crushing his body into mine at my front door yesterday.

My blood quickens, the sound of it rushing through me loud in my ears.

Am I lingering here because I’m waiting for him to do it again?

Needing it?

Craving it?

Do I want him to bend me over the counter and have his way with me just like I wanted him to bend me over my car the first night we met?

Shit… Am I certifiable? Seriously, who the fuck gave me a medical degree?

I hesitate just a second longer before surrendering my glass to the empty sink, trying to convince myself I’m not doing it purposefully.

With no action from Draven.

I turn back to him and realize he’s not even looking at me now.

What the fuck?

And why am I mad about it?

When his eyes finally meet mine again, he narrows them in thought as he puckers his lips.

“Do you want to go for a walk?”

Well, that’s certainly not the proposition I was fantasizing over a moment ago. Narrowing my eyes, I look from him to the blackened window next to me.

“Um, I think it’s a little dark to go for a walk.”

He flashes me a mischievous grin. “Don’t worry, Doc. There’s nothing and no one out there who will bother you as long as you’re with me.”

“I … don’t know…” I smile nervously.

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