Page 101 of Heartbreak Hero

Dr. Green, who handled Deckman Defense and Security employees’ injuries, checked over the wound on his right bicep.

His boss, Maxwell Deckman, sat in a chair inside the room as if he didn’t trust him to take care of it.

Which was kind of understandable. Since his return from San Francisco, he had been a bit reckless.

“It’s looking good,” Green said and rolled away from the healing wound in his arm to toss the ball of cotton in a small metal bin before washing his hands.

“So, you’re done with me?” Levi smirked. This was his second trip here in a matter of weeks. The first to get the stitches out from the wild bullet Kevin Wilson had fired.

The second visit was a recheck since he had just been knocked around during a fight at the arena. It wasn’t his fault people were unpredictable. The client Levi had been guarding had thrown the first punch at a fan in the crowd. How could Levi not jump in?

“No sign of infection. It should leave a nice scar to go along with your collection.” The man smirked and waved a hand at the other blemishes that littered his body.

Ravages from war.

Some were battles of honor, while others were stark reminders.

Levi shrugged back into his shirt. “So, no more bandages?”

“Nope, you’re good, just be careful. No more fighting for a while.” Green pointed to the bruise on his chin and the scratch on one cheek.

“Did you just tell him to be careful?” Max asked as if he were hard of hearing.

Levi scowled and stood from the table.

“I did.” Green glanced back and forth between them.

“You hear that?” Max glared right back at Levi. “No more risks.”

“Isn’t our job about risks?” Levi gave a flat, tight smile and nodded at Green. “Thanks, doc.”

Levi walked out of the door, and Max followed, taking the paper from the lady at the reception desk.

Once they were outside, Levi rounded on Max.

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

Max pressed his lips in a flat line. “From where I’m standing, you do.”

“I’m good, really.”

Max rubbed a hand over his mouth and studied him through a pair of all too seeing eyes. The man had a way about seeing the real issue, but Levi wasn’t ready to deal with any of it.

Turning on his heel, Levi walked down the sidewalk and over to Max’s jeep. When the alarm chirped, he pulled open the passenger side door and got in.

Max came around and slid behind the wheel. Riding in silence gave Levi too much time to think.

He wondered how Sara was doing. He wondered if her family had forced her to marry. Yeah, he’d read that in the tabloids that boasted the Jones heiress had returned home and was now engaged to Justin Clark of the Chicago Clarks.

Blue bloods marrying blue bloods. It was how it should be.

He had no business in there.

You’re a blue blood.

He cut off that way of thinking quickly.

In his opinion, wealth was the quickest way to hell.

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