Page 48 of His Good Girl
Destruction is preferred.
But how can I destroy her when I’m falling for her so deeply?
Sighing, I close my sore eyes and let the exhaustion of the past thirty years drag me under.
* * *
“Logan?”
My eyes snap open. “Huh?”
“Logan, you here?”
“Rose.” It’s a rasp. My voice is hoarse and as broken as my body. Turning my head painfully, I lift my phone off the nightstand to see it’s five o’clock on Monday morning. I remember getting up at some point to pee before falling back into bed. I’ve slept for too many hours, and I feel like shit for it. My body isn’t used to it.
“Logan? Are you all right? It looks like a fucking fight went on down here.”
I hear her footsteps on the stairs and her loud gasp when she sees me.
“Fucking hell! What the fuck is going on here?” She strides over and peers down at me. “Who did you piss off?”
Smirking at her accusation, I try for a joke. “Finally told Paddy I wanted to run away with you. He didn’t take it too well.”
She snickers. “Oh, you’re an eejit. You wouldn’t be as pretty if that were the case.”
“Aww, you still think I’m pretty.”
“Fuck off. Tell me what happened.”
“Pissed off the wrong guy.”
“About a girl?”
“You could say that.”
“Ouch.” She pulls back the covers, ignoring my naked cock as she prods my ribs. “Broken.”
“They were strapped, but I needed a shower. Can’t do it myself.”
“I’ll sort you out. I’ve done this more times than I can count. I’ve learned every trick of the trade. Give me an hour, and I’ll have the swelling in your face going down. Let’s get your ribs sorted.”
She bustles off, and a few minutes later, with a lot of swearing from me and yelling by her for me to shut up being a pussy, she’s wrangled me back into some sort of order.
“I’m going to make some poultices with an old Irish recipe. We’ll have you back to fighting fit in no time.”
“I’ll settle for being able to stand up to pee.”
She snorts and hurries off but pauses at the top of the stairs. “Are we expecting him back today?”
“Nah, this happened a couple of days ago. He won’t be back.”Yet.
“A couple of days ago? Jesus, Logan. Why didn’t you call me?”
“Truthfully, I’ve been asleep most of the time.”
“Not good. You could be concussed.”
“Probably am.”
