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But my guilt won’t allow me to let it go. "They need to be cleaned. They need antiseptic. You could get an infection.”
Doc's eyebrows shoot up, and Chaos's mouth twitches.
“I was in a dumpster. I don’t have any idea what was under my fingernails.” My voice rises with each word. “God only knows what I could have infected you with.”
Now both men are grinning openly.
"Are you two laughing at me?" I demand, pushing off the bed. "This is serious. He needs preventative antibiotics. And maybe a tetanus booster or something. When was your last tetanus shot?"
Chaos pushes off the wall, crossing to where I stand in three long strides.
"Sweetheart." He captures my flailing hands in his much larger ones. "I appreciate your concern, but I promise, I've had much worse."
“I can attest to that. He once rode back from Kalamazoo with a bullet in his shoulder," Doc adds unhelpfully. "Wouldn't let me take it out until after church."
My mouth drops open.
Chaos squeezes my hands. "Doc's right. I don’t need him for this.”
I hear Doc mumble, “The man can clean his own little boo-boos.”
"They're not little," I snap. My indignation fades as his thumbs stroke my palms, sending tingles up my arms. My mind flashes to the kiss in my bathroom, the feel of his hard body against my naked skin, and I can’t help but wonder what that was.
Is he attracted to me? Or was he simply acting the way any biker would act with a naked woman smooshed up against him? I really don’t know. I don’t know why he’s helping me like this or what kind of payment he’s expecting in return.
Doc clears his throat. "Well, you'll be fine. Just exhaustion and mild shock. I recommend rest." He nods to Chaos. "Call if you need anything else."
When the door closes behind him, we're suddenly alone. The massive room seems to suddenly shrink.
"What time is it?" I ask.
Chaos checks his watch. "Almost six AM.”
"Shit.” I search for my shoes. "I have to go. I’ll be late."
"Late for what?" His voice drops an octave, low and dangerous.
"Dog walking." I find one sneaker under the bed. "It's my second job. I'm supposed to start at six thirty.”
"No." The single word fills the room.
I pause, sneaker in hand. "Excuse me?"
"You're not going anywhere." He doesn't raise his voice, but something in his tone makes me shiver. "Cartel hitmen are looking for you."
He grabs the sneaker out of my hand and scowls when he notices the cardboard and duct tape patching the sole.
"I understand that, but I can't just?—"
"You can and you will." His jaw tightens. "This isn't negotiable, Rowan."
Chapter 8
Chaos
She straightens, and I watch her spine stiffen. Fuck, even drowning in my oversized clothes, her expression tight with indignation, she makes my cock hard. I want this woman so bad.
Her hazel eyes flash with anger as she faces me down.
