Page 62 of Fourth Point Of Contact

I found myself speechless as I stared at her beautiful face. Everything about her was just mesmerizing, and for some reason, it seemed like I was having the same effect on her. But that spell was broken the moment the door opened and the nurse walked in.

“Ready to go, hun? Your friend is getting the car.”

“Sure,” Piper smiled at her. “I’m ready to put my feet up and maybe have a spa day.”

The nurse started to wheel her out, but for a second, it felt like this was the end, like I might not see her again. “Hey, Piper. Don’t leave without saying goodbye.”

She glanced over her shoulder and grinned at me. “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily.”

I really fucking hoped not.

Hobbling outof the hospital on crutches was not how I planned for this trip to end, but there was nothing to do about it. Piper was safe, and so was everyone else. I’d survived worse before. A broken leg was nothing.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Chase grumbled. “I can’t wait to get home to Mercy.”

“Not so fast. I need to help Piper with something.”

I really hoped she hadn’t pulled a disappearing act on me. I liked her company too much, and I wasn’t ready to see her go just yet. Not that I would ever admit that to her. I didn’t want her to get any ideas. It wasn’t like I wanted to date the woman or anything, but she was surprisingly fun to be around, and I desperately needed some fun right now.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Why? Didn’t she already leave?”

“Nope. She’s at the hotel with Nick. I asked him to watch her. She already got herself in trouble by breaking into her ex’s office. That’s why she was running at the airport.”

“So…you want to invite more trouble. While you have one leg.”

“I have more than one leg,” I retorted.

“Yeah, but that other leg is pretty shitty.”

“Fuck you very much. I’m fine.”

I pushed to the entrance and opened the door to the van. Only, there was no fucking way I was gonna fit normally into the seat with a full-length leg cast. I moved the seat back, but with my long legs, there was no fucking way to fit.

Chase stood behind me, fucking laughing at my predicament. “Something funny?” I snapped.

“Yeah. I’d say this is really fucking funny.”

Glaring at him, I opened the sliding door and moved the seat all the way back. Except, there still wasn’t enough fucking room. I’d have to swing my leg across the middle aisle to have enough room, which would be pretty fucking hard since my right leg was fully casted.

I gathered the crutches in one hand and shoved them at Chase, then grabbed the doorframe of the van and hauled myself inside, sliding into the seat. It was awkward as fuck and I had a hell of a time with the seat being so far back. But once I was in, all I had to do was swing my leg to the center. Not that swinging it was easy since I barely fit my large frame in the van like this.

“Goddamnit,” I cursed, tugging at my useless leg.

“Still wanna help Piper?” Chase grinned.

“Yes, I really fucking do,” I snapped. “So, get your ass in the driver’s seat and take me to the hotel.”

“Are you gonna repeat this process when we get there?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Hey, I’m just trying to be prepared. I think I’d like to film this next time.”

I responded by hitting the button to shut the door in his face. Except, those fucking doors moved really fucking slowly. He smirked at me as the door shut, and I held up my middle finger, proving just how little his shit bothered me.

It really fucking bothered me.

He strode around the front of the van and got in, chuckling under his breath as he put us in drive and got the hell out of there. “You know, you’re more grouchy than before your leg was broken.”

“Maybe that’s because my fucking leg is broken,” I snapped.

His continued laughing only pissed me off. No, my leg didn’t hurt anymore for the most part, but the damn cast was making it impossible to move around the way I wanted.

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