Page 57 of The Silent Note

“I told Cadence to inform you guys,” she mutters.

I lean down so my forehead presses against hers. It’s okay now that she’s here. My world is right again.

I breathe her in. “I’m not ‘you guys’. I’m your husband. I was worried about you.”

“Don’t be. I can take care of myself.” She wiggles some more and I let her go only because I don’t have time to wrench her sensible grey pants to her ankles and remind her what being her husband means.

“We’ll discuss this later,” I warn.

“No, we’re not,” she answers cheekily.

One corner of my lips curls up as she scampers away and I trail her at a more leisurely pace.

The doctor’s coat flaps with every step, hinting at the curves just underneath. My blood whips to a boil.

I need that woman naked and mewling under me.Soon.

With effort, I shift my attention to the task of getting the nurse’s scrubs on. The pants are easy enough to do, but the shirt is a little small and it’s impossible to navigate my cast through the sleeves.

Grey’s voice hisses from up ahead. She’d given me privacy—not that I asked for any—while I changed.

“Zane, Sol just texted the group chat. He said he’s almost finished. We need to move.”

“Gimme a sec,” I mutter in frustration. This damn sling…

“What’s wrong?”

“Any chance I can pass as a nurse without putting this shirt on?”

“Maybe if we’d gone in undercover as adult entertainers.” Her voice gets louder and I smell her sweet perfume.

A second later, I look up and she’s there, slipping into the shadows with me.

I grit my teeth, my temper on edge. The one thing I hate in this world is feeling helpless and I’ve been having a lot of those moments since my wrist snapped.

“Here, let me,” she whispers.

“I got it.” I turn away from her.

Grey already sees me as an eighteen year old screw-ball, a delinquent student, someone who can’t protect her. I don’t need her mothering me and deepening the divide between us.

“Zane.” Her tone is firm.

“I said I got it.”

The next thing I know, her hand lands on my shoulder and I’m being whirled around. For a second, she gapes at my abs.And then her head whips to the side. Her eyebrows slash over stormy brown eyes as she snaps, “Shut up.”

I blink in shock. What did I say?

She looks up as she takes the shirt from me. “Not you. I mean…” She sighs and gently scrunches the shirt, wiggling it over my wrist. “Duck your head.”

I do.

She gets my head into the hole and pulls it down gently. Her eyes dart to the side and she frowns as if she’s seeing someone.

I look that way too.

There’s some dirt from a garden that was started and then abandoned. A couple bushes. A broken-down tool shed.

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