Page 56 of Chandelier Sin
I tried to appease her. “I’ll drive him to the hospital. No one needs to know.”
“He can’t leave.”
I moved closer. “We handle this kind of thing all the time. Gang members come through the ER more often than you’d think. They always need a higher level of protection.” I stared at her intently to make my point. “This is what I do.”
“Which is why I called you.” Her expression had morphed into one of panic.
“Eve, if he dies, you’ll be up for manslaughter.” I reached for my phone, which she still held in her hand.
She stepped back before I could grab it, then pivoted and scurried out the door.
I bolted after her, following her as she ran into a guest bathroom.
The prettiest vixen I’d ever met had turned crazy in record time. Usually there was a lull to the madness.
I caught up just in time to see her throw my phone into the toilet bowl, causing water to splash onto the floor.
She’d drowned it.
What the fuck.
There went Ben’s lifeline.
Along with mine, too.
Eve fluttered her eyelashes at me, apparently feeling no guilt. “I need you to help me.”
Any chance of that happening was over.
I stormed out of the bathroom, surprisingly able to control my outrage, considering I’d lost my damn phone.
I’d seen a landline in the living room. When I reached the writing desk, I picked up the 1920s antique phone. A tug of the cord revealed it wasn’t even connected to the wall. It was merely décor.
Great.
Eve caught up to me, her expression one of sympathy.
“Where’syourphone?” I scanned the room for it.
“Main house.”
I headed for the door.
She hurried over and blocked me, placing her palms firmly on my chest. The sensation of her touch shouldn’t affect me after all I’d been through, but it did. It was as though each time we came in contact, all the fuckery dissolved.
I fought against her wily charms.
“You’re not giving me much to work with,” I said, hoping my calmness might inspire her.
She grabbed my arm. “Please don’t go.”
“Not only are you risking his life, but you’re also testing my last nerve. And trust me, it’s made of steel. So that’s quite an accomplishment.”
“I know what kind of man you are. What you were expecting.”
I leaned forward. “I don’t have time for this.”
She glanced at my hands. “You’re a surgeon.”
