Page 111 of Mistaken Identity
I had her covered up and her restraints removed within thirty seconds.
She launched herself at me, sobs pouring out of her tiny body, as she buried her face into my neck.
I gathered up the blanket that’d been covering her lower half and wrapped it around her.
Then I left, allowing Webber and the rest of them to fix what I’d just messed up.
Twenty-Seven
Crazy how people get up at 5 in the morning to work out. I won’t even get up to pee.
—Creole to Audric
CREOLE
“She’s okay,” Audric whispered from the door to the living room. “She’s just processing.”
“I can imagine,” Webber murmured. “But we figured everything out at the hospital. Dr. Stoker was put on administrative leave. He’s also in surgery having his jaw wired shut from where Gunner punched him.”
“Good,” Audric grumbled. “When does he get released?”
“Apollo said he read the patient notes, and he should be released today pending someone bringing him home,” he murmured. “He should be home tonight, because the sister was already notified that he’d need a ride, and from what I gathered, she’d already started heading to the hospital.”
“Maybe he’ll die while in surgery and I won’t have to go take care of him later,” Audric growled.
I sat up, my eyes feeling so damn heavy, and looked around.
We were at Gunner’s place, and across the other side of the couch from me was Lottie.
I smiled when she blinked open her eyes and smiled back at me. “Lorax.”
I looked at the screen to see that The Lorax had been on, but it’d ended.
I hit the restart button, and she smiled then closed her eyes again.
I waited until I was sure she was back to sleep and got up, heading into the kitchen.
I was surprised to see Gunner, Audric, Webber, Copper, Cutter, Chevy, and Cakes making the large room look small.
I instantly started walking toward Audric, who opened his arms to me and pulled me into his lap.
I curled up and smiled, closing my eyes.
Home.
We could be anywhere, and as long as I was in his arms, I’d be home.
“You okay?” he whispered into my hair.
“I want to watch,” I mumbled. “That sick bastard thought that he could pull his doctor card and break me. I want to watch you break him.”
Webber whistled. “Good for you, girl. Good for you.”
I bared my teeth at him. “I feel like it’s much more effective to just eliminate my problems than live with them walking around out there, ready to hurt me again.”
There were chuckles all around, but I ignored them and focused on the man that had slowly worked himself deep into my heart.
So deep that I’d never be able to dig him out.
