Page 2 of Stitch's Mercy

“But he’s a good biker and a doctor.”

I knew she was right. When I had given into Brady, usually in the hospital supply closet, he had treated me with respect. But when I saw him turn into Stitch, the Harley riding, leather cut wearing biker, it sent me off the rails. I’d have flashbacks of the night I’d been forced to watch as they tortured my brother.

“He would protect you with his life, y’know.”

I cut my gaze at her. “I don’t want to live in a world where a person I love has to die for me.” Like my brother Noah had, at the young age of seventeen. If he hadn’t tried to rescue me, he might be alive today.

“Mercy—”

“Enough, Hope. I don’t want to discuss this.”

“What’s going on?” Levi appeared in the doorway. Brady peered over his shoulder and stared at me.

“Nothing, baby.” Hope went over to her husband and kissed him. “I wanna show you something.” She guided him away, leaving me alone and vulnerable with Brady. The little brat, she was sonotsneaky.

“You look beautiful,” he said as he approached, assessing me from head to toe.

“Thank you.” My heart raced. He was wearing a black sweater andnothis cut. I swallowed the lust forming in my throat.Stand your ground.

“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”

“Hope is my best friend. Of course I’d come.” I grabbed my glass to leave. The longer I was alone with him, the more I wanted to pull him into the pantry for a quickie. It’d been months since I had an orgasm. I hated to admit I missed his touch and mouth on me.

“Wait.” Brady blocked my escape. “Why have you been avoiding me?”

“Don’t do this here.”

“Where else can I do it? You won’t even answer my fucking calls. When I go to your parents’ home, they don’t let me in.”

“Well, it’s their house.” I popped my shoulders and stepped back.

“And your mom apologizes, which means you told them not to let me in. So I stopped going and thought I could catch you at the hospital, but you’ve changed your hours.”

“Because we need to stop.”

“No, we don’t.” He pushed me against the fridge and caged me in. “We need to talk, Mercy. Let me take you to my cabin. Just for a couple of days to figure us out.”

“There is no us.”

“Well, there should be. Just give me three days to prove we belong together.”

I shook my head. “Are you crazy? After what happened with that psycho, I’m terrified you’ll die.”

“I promise, I won’t.” He cradled my face in his warm hands. “Please, give me a chance.”

“I can’t.”

“Mercy, I won’t accept no for an answer. Be ready to go in the morning.”

I blinked in surprise. “How do you know I’m off tomorrow?”

“I checked with your supervisor and took the time off.”

“I can’t.”

“It’s pointless to fight me.” He pressed his body against mine and kissed me. “Three days, that’s all I’m asking for.”

My ears perked up when I heard the doorbell. “Hope’s guests are arriving. Other nurses will be here. You need to keep your distance.”

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