Page 30 of Sexy Dirty Fun

“You didn’t need to come along,” Drew said tersely, looking out the window. “I could have called you later and told you how he was. I’m sure it’s nothing anyway.”

“I know,” I replied softly, facing out my window as well.

We pulled up to the ER of the hospital and Drew paid the driver before we got out and walked quickly inside. The sight there didn’t have me feeling any better. The rest of the guys from Hookers and Hand Grenades were there in the waiting room. The grim faces told me this was more serious than I had hoped. Drew went over to the band’s manager to get the scoop while I hung back, hugging my arms and feeling helpless.

I was about to join Drew to find out what was going on when Cane’s best friend Diesel walked over to me.

“Hi Lindsey,” he said.

“Hey,” I replied. “What happened?”

“Let’s go sit down,” he replied, leading me over to some chairs in the waiting room. We sat down and he took a deep breath.

“The details still seem to be shaky, but it appears Cane took a motorcycle and drove a little fast. I’m guessing he was high or drunk - maybe even both. Witnesses say he lost control of the bike and crashed.”

“Oh my God,” I whispered, my eyes filling with tears. “Is he ok?”

Diesel shrugged, his own eyes wet with tears. “Not sure. He’s still alive but he’s in surgery to fix some internal bleeding or some shit. He had a helmet on, otherwise he’d be dead. He’s pretty banged up.”

“Did you see him?” I asked, my heart pounding.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice breaking with emotion. I reached out and touched his leg. “He looked terrible.”

His phone rang then and he glanced at it. “I have to take this,” he said and stood up to answer.

I leaned back in my seat, my whole body trembling. I made a vow that if he woke up I would forgive him for this wife bullshit. Maybe we could figure this out if we gave things a chance. I just prayed that it wasn’t too late.

16

CANE

Ihad the strangest dream. In my dream, Lindsey was talking to me. Maybe Drew dumped her ass. It would serve her right. I couldn’t always make out what she was saying, but she seemed to cry a lot. It pissed me off that she was invading my dreams too. For whatever reason, I couldn’t get away from that woman if I tried.

In one of my dreams, I woke up in a hospital. It must have been in the middle of the night, because it was dark in the room - so dark it took me awhile to figure out I was in the hospital. The monitor next to me and the IV in my arm clued me into where I was.

Diesel was snoring in a chair in the corner. I winced when I tried to sit up. Man, for a dream, this was awfully real. I felt like I had been run over by a freight train. I tried to move my legs and freaked out when they didn’t do anything. I tried again but I nothing. I reached under the covers and pinched my thigh and began to panic when I didn’t feel a thing. “What the hell?” I muttered. What the fuck was wrong with my legs? This was a Goddamn nightmare. I willed myself to wake up.

“You’re awake!” Diesel said, waking from his nap.

“What the fuck do you mean? I’m having a fucking nightmare. I can’t feel my legs man,” I said.

Diesel sat up and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees. He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed. “You’re not dreaming, Cane. You’re in the hospital.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You were in a motorcycle accident. You’ve been asleep for almost a week. We were worried you weren’t going to make it.” He got up and stood next to the bed.

His words triggered a flood of memories. I remembered going to some party and getting fucked up quickly. I took whatever drugs people handed me and drank a lot of whiskey.

“Where did I get a bike? All of my cycles are at home.” See, further proof this was just a dream. At least that’s what I told myself.

“You stole one from someone at the party,” he said with a slight shake of his head.

I leaned my head back against the pillow and closed my eyes. I was remembering it all now. I was all fucked up at the party and decided I was going to find Drew to kick his ass for sleeping with Lindsey. When I stumbled out of the door, someone was arriving on a bike and I pushed them off of it before jumping on and taking off. The last thing I remembered was speeding down the road. Fuck.

“I brought you some coffee. Oh fuck, he’s awake.”

I opened my eyes when I heard her voice. There in the doorway stood Lindsey with a coffee in each hand. Even in the dim lighting of the hospital she looked sexy in her yoga pants. She walked slowly into the room and I noticed she was wearing her Hookers and Hand Grenades t-shirt too. God, I loved her in that shirt.

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