Page 639 of Love Bites

“I threw myself out of the guest bedroom window last night.” And I didn’t want to fucking talk about it. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain later. Right now, I want to go.” For emphasis, I added, “Please.”

Sunny took me by the arm, her hand just above the scar on my elbow. “Give me some of that famous salve of yours, Billy Bob. I’ll get Chavvah taken care of when we get back to the cabin.”

“No,” he said. “I’ll examine her before she goes.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” I told him as if we were five-year-olds.

“I am your doctor. The laceration in your lower back needs a second look. I want to make sure it’s healing well before you go.”

He knew I was a shifter and that I would heal better than any human with a cut. I looked at his face and gauged his stubborn expression. Damn it. He wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer, but I’d be damned if I gave him a “yes.” I didn’t want to be alone with him right now.

“Chavvie, just let him take a look.”

“Fine,” I huffed. I yanked my shirt over my head and turned my back to Billy Bob. I was wearing a bra, but Babe still turned around to face the living room. Sunny walked around the backside of me to see how bad I’d been injured.

“It looks decent,” she said brightly. “Already scabbing up.”

I didn’t wait for the doc’s verdict. I grabbed my shirt off the center island. “Let’s get on out of here.”

“Thank you, Billy Bob,” I heard Sunny say when I was halfway to the front door. “I appreciate you taking such good care of Chav last night.” I glanced back in time to see her go up on her tip-toes and kiss his cheek. She said something too quietly for me to hear, but he gave her a quick nod then went back into the kitchen and out of sight.

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