Page 78 of Complete Me
“Kinsey?”
“It’s me.”
“Jesus, Kinsey. It’s so good to hear your voice.”
“Hey, big brother.”
“Fuck, are you okay?”
“Getting better every day.”
“Jesus, we’ve been going crazy, Kins. I’m so glad you’re okay. You’re so damn strong.”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. Reid has kept us all updated regularly.”
“I still can’t believe he came for me. He saved me, Sawyer.”
“Of course he did, Kins. He’s my brother. Which means he’s yours, too. Jesus, if you only knew his hand in helping Ivy or Blaire, or hell, even Hannah. You’re really okay?”
My heart sinks to the pit of my stomach, a large lump forming in my throat, thick with unwanted emotions. He’s never going to be okay with Reid and me being together. I clear my throat before talking, but fail miserably at keeping my voice steady.
“Yeah, I’m really okay. I’ll be ready to come home soon.”
“We’re ready for you. I know Reid is keeping you safe, but I still don’t like you being there.”
“I know, Sawyer. I’ll keep you updated. I’m alive. I’m healing.”
“Good. I love you, sis. So goddamn much.”
“I love you, too, big brother.”
I disconnect the call, letting Reid take the phone back to set it on the end table. I can feel Reid’s eyes on me as I sit there with what feels like the weight of the world on my shoulders.
“Get out of your head, little fighter.”
“Want to take a shower?” I ask, ignoring his attempt to talk about the conversation with Sawyer and how it just fucked with my emotions.
He scoops me up so fast my head spins, the conversation with Sawyer and the worry over what happens next pushed to the farthest part of my mind. I’m going to enjoy this for as long as I have it. For as long as Reid Knight is mine.
Music blasts through the house sometime later, a deep thumping of bass that rumbles through the floorboards.
I look at Reid expectantly, but he doesn’t look up from the book he’s reading out loud to me. It’s a dark, spicy romantic suspense loaded with kinks that sound so fucking delicious when being read from his lips.
“Don’t even think about it, Kins. Not gonna happen?”
“Why?” I whine, and how the hell did he know what I was thinking?
“Because you don’t want to see one of these parties. Even if they’re just the members and patch bunnies, it’s wild.”
“I kinda do wanna see it though . . .” How many opportunities does one get to see a motorcycle club party? Reid drops the book onto the end table and gives me his full attention.
“There’ll be people smoking.”
“Okay?”
“And drinking.”
