Page 80 of The Den of Sin
“Thank you, brother.”
I stood up and headed for the entrance when my brother’s voice stopped me. “I think Isabella knows something,” he switched to Russian. “She kept asking about my parents and birthday.”
“Maybe she is curious.”
“I don’t think so.” I’d give it to my brother. He was always short and to the point while our other brother tended to talk the days away. “She is changing Sasha’s bandages. I think we might have to shoot some of our men so she can be busy caring for them. She is driving Sasha crazy.”
My lip quirked with amusement. It was probably what made her a good ER physician. She liked to stay busy.
I headed for the medical room, and sure as shit, I found her there fixing my brother’s bandages.
“Jesus, Sasha. Would you please stop moving?!” I could hear irritation in her voice.
“It has only been four hours since you changed my bandage.”
“You will heal faster if you don’t get an infection.”
“God, can you go work on Alexei?”
“Is he hurt?” I could see from my spot here, concern on her face.
“I’ll shoot him for you, and you can fuss over him.”
Isabella’s face turned into one of scolding. “Something is seriously wrong with you.”
“Do you torture all your patients like this?” She pulled tighter on his bandage and a grunt left my brother’s lips. “Okay, point taken.”
“You are a damn grouch when you are injured, Sasha.”
I grinned, she was right. He always has been cranky when injured because he hated if anything hindered his mobility.
“I am not grouchy.”
“Yes, you are.”
“And you are grouchy when Vasili is not around.”
She frowned, an attractive blush creeping up her neck. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
“I got you though.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“So how long has it been going on with you two?” Isabella’s attention was on cleaning up the station and ignored his question. “I know you heard me.”
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“I woke up to you two cuddled up on the couch, in my sick room.”
She met his eyes and rolled them in annoyance. “In case you haven’t noticed, there was only one couch here. Should I have slept on the floor or maybe on your hospital bed?”
“I wouldn't mind.”
“Well, I would,” she grumbled.
“I just have a hard time imagining you and Vasili. You are so nice and he is so,” my brother searched for the right word. “So grouchy. And you called him old.”
“Aren’t we all old?”
