Page 68 of Red Flag
“I’ll arrange the ambulance—”
“No, no,” he said, pulling a face of repulsion, his brows low, mouth in a straight line. “I’m not leaving my car here.”
“I’ll drive him,” I offered. “I’ll drive his car.”
She looked us over with concern. “He needs to be seen today.”
“I promise,” I said. “I’ll drive him there myself.”
Threatening that they’d be expecting him, she left and I sighed with relief when she was gone.
“Well, at least you can’t shrug at meanymore,” I said, sitting beside him. I had to joke because the alternative was telling him how grateful I was that he was okay.
How with the rain pummelling him, I’d been worriedeven before he crashed.
He didn’t say anything. Just kept staring at the wall.
“Are you okay?” I asked gently, placing a hand on his knee to try to gain his attention. “Are you in any pain?”
“She gave me painkillers,” he said. “They’re starting to kick in.”
I sat beside him on the desk. “What happened?”
“Frank fucking won, that’s what,” he grumbled, still looking away. “I’m not focused.”
“Why—why aren’t you focused?”
He finally looked away from the wall to me. “I’m too busy trying to remember Clara’s favourite fucking colour and animal! Why would I ever care what someone’s favourite colour is?”
We needed to remain calm.
“What’s your favourite animal?”
“A jaguar.” Of course. The logo on his leathers.
“And your favourite colour?”
“Red and green,” he said easily with a frown as if it was obvious.
I gave him a look that only read‘really?’“Not everything has to be aboutCiclati, you know.”
“Go on then, what’s yours?”
“Jellyfish.”
He screwed up his nose.
“And pink. If you couldn’t tell. Like cherry blossom pink,” I said and stood beside him to unzip Abbe’s coat and pull my newCiclatitop taught, revealing a little more of my skin than I should. Than I would if it was anyone other than him.
Because as much as we weren’t friends, and he was a major pain in my ass, the sex was insane. In his presence, I washorny all the time.
I could do just sex. Take out the frustration I had with him outonhim.
“Mmm,” he said and hooked his good arm around my waist, pulling me to stand between his legs. “You do have a lot of pink panties.”
“I may be wearing some now,” I whispered, head bent to talk in his ear. “Maybe even with a matching bra.”
“For me?” he asked, looking up with those beautiful blue eyes.
