Page 40 of Devious Secrets

“Alexander!” Gregor’s voice cuts through the room like an axe splintering wood.

“Fuck.” I release her and go to the bathroom door, keeping it mostly closed to hide the naked beauty sitting on my bathroom counter.

“Oh. There you are. The doctor’s here.” He jerks a head behind him where the doctor is probably standing.

“Fine. Let him in. I’ll bring her out.”

When I get back to her, she’s trying to put the dress back on.

“You’re not wearing that thing; it’s dirty and torn up.” I grab it from her and toss it in the trash can.

“Well, who tore it?” she accuses.

“Who decided to be a bad girl and jump into a fucking rosebush?” I work the buttons of my shirt open and pull it from my pants.

“What are you doing?” She swallows as I take the shirt off, leaving me in my white undershirt.

“You need to cover up.” I drape the shirt over her shoulders and wait for her to work her arms into the sleeves before I start buttoning it up. She’s drowning in the shirt, but I like her wearing it. It’s mine and so is she.

She tries again to hop off the counter, so I grab her hips and shove her back down.

“If you keep trying to jump off this counter, the doctor is going to hear you getting your ass smacked. Then you’ll have trouble walking and sitting.” I level her with a dark glare that should send chills down her spine, but all she does is frown.

“Fine. But at least let me walk on my own.”

“No.” I don’t negotiate. At some point, she’ll learn that.

In the meantime, I scoop her off the counter and carry her into the bedroom where Doctor Kowalik waits for us.

The covers of the bed have been pulled down already, so I slip her into bed. With her bad leg out, I cover the rest of her with the blanket, earning a heavy sigh and an eye roll from her.

“Oh, wow. You really did a number here, didn’t you?” The doctor pushes his thin-framed glasses up his nose and starts his inspection of her ankle. As soon as he touches the swelling, she jumps.

“I can put some pressure on it, but not much,” she tells him.

I stand behind him as he continues to poke and prod at it, gritting my teeth every time she hisses from the pain. It’s necessary, I tell myself, but that doesn’t make me any less pissed off that he’s hurting her.

“Well, I don’t think it’s broken. I can meet you down at the office if you’d like to do an X-ray to be sure, though.” He looks over his shoulder at me.

“It’s not broken,” she interjects. “It’s not even that bad.”

“Does she need to stay off it?” I keep my focus on the doctor and not the horrible patient already trying to climb out of bed.

“For at least a day, maybe more depending on her comfort. If the swelling goes down and she can put weight on it, she’ll be fine. But if she can’t stand on it within a few days, bring her in so we can be certain she hasn’t torn any ligaments.” The doctor opens the black case he brought and pulls out a bottle, handing it to me. “For the pain. One every six hours if she needs it.”

I take it with a nod.

“She needs something now, something that will work faster. You got something like that?”

He looks in his case.

“I do.” He nods and leans closer to me, dropping his voice. “It will sedate her, though. It’s a heavy medication. When they called, I assumed it was one of you boys who got hurt. She’ll sleep clear through tomorrow morning.”

I eye her over his shoulder. Clearly annoyed we’re talking about her, she’s glaring at me.

My lip curls. “Do it.”

Three days.

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