Page 60 of When He Fights
Ana kept her gaze on Kane.“You are a terrible patient.”
He crooked his right index finger at her.
Her gaze sharpened.
He crooked the finger again.
Kane sat on the exam table, with his legs sprawled in front of him.He wore the same sweats as before, though now they had blood on them, so he’d have to be ditching them soon.Tennis shoes.Socks.No t-shirt because the EMT had been poking and prodding at his wounds and hadn’t let Kane put one on.
Ana crept closer to Kane.Her hands remained on her hips.
“Damn straight, I am,” he admitted when she was grabbing close, and, oh, but he wanted to grab her.Grab her, haul her against him, and kiss the hell out of the woman.
They tried to shoot her.If she’d been in that room, playing the harp without me there, the bullets could have slammed into her.
Shit, shit, shit.
“I want time alone with my girlfriend,” he snapped to the doctor and nurse even as he refused to take his gaze off Ana.“Now.”
“Kane!”Ana shook her head.“We are in ahospital.”
He knew where they were.The antiseptic smell and the exam equipment were dead giveaways.
“You don’t get to order the nurse and the doctor around!”
Fine.He angled his head toward their audience and finally took his eyes off Ana.If she wanted him to play nicely, he’d try.For her.“May Ipleasehave time alone with my girlfriend?”
“Kane!”Again, from Ana.Still sounding annoyed.“It’s a hospital, not a hotel!We don’t get a private room for fun.”
Had the doctor just snorted?Sounded like it.
“We have paperwork to complete,” the doctor announced.“Not like we want to just hang out with you all night.”
He almost smiled at that bit of bite.Maybe he could like the doc.
“You’re stitched up,” she noted.Dr.Asha Quinn.She’d introduced herself immediately after entering the exam area.The nurse was Sean Hill.The doctor pursed her lips and continued, “I am going to advise you to follow all release protocols that you will be given in your departure paperwork.I’m trying to help you heal with a minimum of scarring.”
Nice of her, but he didn’t care about the scars.He just cared about getting the hell out of there and getting Ana into a new safe house.
She is not going back to her house.She can’t.The house he’d wanted to be a home for her.The bastard with the gun had shattered that home as surely as he’d shattered the windows.
“Good luck,” the doctor said.Those words seemed to be—very pointedly—for Ana.
“Yes, thanks,” Ana responded.“I’ll need it.”
The doctor laughed.But she did fire one more firm look Kane’s way.“Don’t rip open those stitches.”
He would make no promises.
The doc and the nurse exited.
“That was rude,” Ana told him as soon as they were alone.“You were rude.”
Right, fuck, he had been.“I’ll send an apology note.”
“Don’t you dare mock me.”
He wasn’t mocking her.He was dead serious.Probably not the time to tell her that his mom had been a stickler for manners.Thank you notes had been required for any and all gifts and if he fucked someone up—like the time he broke that jackass Bryan Kendall’s nose in the sixth grade—she’d made him send an apology note.
