Page 93 of Faith

“Stop. Things are being taken care of for right now. Mother is in charge of all media issues, so you know it will be handled. She and my brother are on their way here.”

“Your mother? God. To Hawaii?”

He shook his head. “To the hospital. I told them to go to the house, but you know Mother.”

Oh, crap. His mother, here. She probably looked like hell, and she would more than likely want a rundown of everything. Nicola had no idea what had happened since she’d been asleep.

Then it hit her. “My parents. I’ve got to get hold of them?—”

“Woman, I took care of everything. That was the first call I made. You were shot and have been out for hours. Do you think I can’t make a few calls? Serenity and her men will be here later.” His frown darkened. “Don’t you think I can handle it?”

Her mouth opened, then she snapped it shut. She heard the frustration in his voice, but there was a thread of fear that slinked its way through the words.

“I’m sorry,” she said, as she tried to blink back tears.

“Oh, Nic, don’t cry. It might just break me,” he said in a voice that told her he didn’t really want to admit it. “I’m sorry I yelled.”

She shook her head as her vision wavered. “No, you’re right. You can handle it.

He leaned down and rested his forehead against hers. “I thought I’d lost you. I saw all the blood and…” he stopped talking, apparently unable to continue.

“You should know better than that, Jensen. Nicola is no shrinking flower,” Micah said.

She had been so caught up in her conversation with Jensen, she hadn’t noticed that the door had opened.

“Can I have some water, Jensen?” she asked. He nodded and filled a cup that had a straw in it. He held it out to her to drink. The cool liquid eased the rawness in her throat.

“Thank you.”

“You kind of look banged up,” Micah said.

“Screw you, Micah,” she said.

He smiled and glanced at Jensen. “You don’t look much better.”

“Try sleeping in one of those chairs.”

“Yeah, not very comfortable, although the maternity ward has recliners so it’s a little better.”

“What are you doing here, Ross?” Jensen asked, irritation and defensiveness filling his tone.

She glanced at him as he took hold of her hand. Then it hit her. This was the first time they had come face-to-face since Jensen had learned Micah was her first Dom. Was he jealous? No, he couldn’t be. Jensen didn’t get jealous over his subs. Besides, Micah was crazy in love with his wife.

“I’m friends with Rome Carino. He’s a member of Rough ‘n Ready, and he knew that we’re friends. He let me know what happened and got me in here.” He looked at Nicola. “You’re going to have to give him a statement, but he said it could wait. That idiot Thompson is still bitching about the right hook you landed on him.”

“I kicked him in the nuts too. Did he talk about that?” she asked.

Jensen turned to her, his eyebrows rising. “You did?”

She nodded and instantly regretted it. Pain radiated from her forehead, then spread through her entire skull. Damn.

“Yes. It’s one of the many things my father taught me.”

He smiled and kissed her knuckles again. “Good.”

The door opened and almost hit Micah. From the outfit the woman wore, she assumed it was a nurse. Right behind her was another woman. “Hello, I’m Doctor Jacobs. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been shot.”

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