Page 283 of Inferno

“You got me. I’m letting you decide when you’re ready. It’s your body, your health. Your decision. I’m happy with exactly what we have here, I don’t need more.”

She runs her hands down my chest and presses her lips against mine.

“Oh, Declan. You think I don’t want to see Daddy Declan in full force with a newborn? That is going to turn me on so much that I’ll probably keep popping them out. I can’t wait to do it again with you this time. Isabella will love it, too. But you’re right, I need some time to just figure myself out first.”

“You got it, baby. And if it’s any help, I think you’re perfect just the way you are.”

“And so are you,” she whispers back.

Finn shouting behind me catches my attention.

“Conan! Can you hear me?”

I frown, turning to take a look.

Without asking, Charlotte has her hand laced in mine and is stomping over to Finn, who’s shouting at his cell.

“Where are you?!” Finn hisses.

“Er. Let me get the sat-nav up. It fucking hurts,” Conan whines down the speaker.

“What the hell has happened? He was here fifteen minutes ago?” I ask, rubbing my temple.

“Yeah, well, asshole decided he needed to go pick up his girlfriend.”

“She is not my girlfriend. Just a friend that is a girl. Who I may stick my dick in later if she lets me,” Conan shouts back.

I roll my eyes.

“And?”

“And in doing so, on his way there, had his car smashed into on the highway and somehow ended up with a shard of glass sticking out of his thigh.”

“Oh shit.”

Conan’s face appears on the screen as the video call connects.

“Did you see who hit you?” I ask. Always assuming the worst.

“Nah, just some assholes who don’t know how to brake. They drove off, but my car is fucked. And look!”

He flips the camera, and I wince, looking at his injury.

“Look, I’ve texted Hallie from my work phone, she’s on her way to pick you up and take you to my ward. She will fix you up and bring you home,” Finn tells Conan sternly.

“Oh, Hallie. Hot name. Is she?” he asks.

“Is she what?” Finn asks through gritted teeth.

“Hot?”

Finn swears under his breath. I look at Charlotte, who is fascinated watching us all interact.

“Carry on, I'll tell her to make it as painful as possible. Be nice to her, she’s doing me a favor. I’m too drunk to drive right now.”

“Fine,” Conan huffs.

“It really fucking hurts though, Finn. Am I going to lose my leg?”

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