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“Shit, Trent. I’m on my way.”
“Thanks. Could you ring Sean for me as well, please?”
“Sure thing. See you shortly.”
After Trent hung up, he rested his head against the window behind him. He tried not to think about what Max looked like under that sweater.That harness was…nope not going there.
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Chapter 7
Max
Max remembered Trent placing him on the gurney and being wheeled off, but he couldn’t remember being placed in this room. He’d awoken a short time ago to the sound of beeps and the smell of disinfectant; not his favourite. There was natural light filtering through the windows, so he knew it was morning, or almost. As he scanned the room, he saw a figure slumped in a chair next to him in what had to be the most uncomfortable position. Trent was sat with one leg over the arm of the chair and his head must have been resting on his hand at one point, but that hand was now squashed between his chin and chest. He was going to have a crick in his neck when he woke up.
He couldn’t believe Trent was still there. Max had expected him to leave the minute he’d been taken away from him. Although he probably should have known better. Trent wasn’t the type of guy to leave someone in pain.
“He hasn’t left since you got here.” The quiet voice made Max jump. He hadn’t thought to look around the rest of the room once he’d seen Trent. Logan continued, “He kept pestering the doctors and nurses for more information until they finally let him stay in here with you.”
“I’d expected him to go home,” he croaked.
“I assumed you would. Instead, he kept watch until I told him to sleep and that I’d watch over you while he did. Even then, he wasn’t happy about it.”
They kept their voices quiet as they talked.
“How are you feeling?” Logan asked.
Max catalogued his injuries. “It’s hard to tell to be honest. I ache everywhere, I can’t see brilliantly through one of my eyes and my nose hurts like hell. But I can breathe a little easier.”
“The doctor has given you some painkillers to help, which could be why you’re breathing easier. I didn’t hear everything he had to say—you’ll have to ask Trent—but you have deeply bruised ribs and a lot of other bruising. Your nose wasn’t broken, though they originally thought it was. I would’ve been surprised if you hadn’t been in pain.”
“What are you doing here anyway?” Max winced with the way that came out. “Sorry, that was rude. I just meant—”
Logan laughed softly. “I know what you meant.” He calmed, then looked at Max with a serious expression. “He was worried about you. He didn’t have any information about what had happened to you, and he didn’t know…if anyone was after you.” Logan smirked. “I’m the brawn…with a gun and badge.”
Max turned his gaze to the ceiling, realising how much he’d put on Trent and sighed, wincing when his ribs protested.
“What happened last night?” Logan’s question hung heavy in the silence.
Max debated what to say. He knew he had to adhere to the guidelines and limit AN’s involvement. He wasn’t sure how to explain it away when there was a police detective questioning him. “What has Trent told you?”
Logan laughed. “That’s not how this works, Max.”
Fuck. He wished he knew what Trent had told him. He’d have to stick close to the truth. “I was beaten up outside Chalice in St Neots.”
Logan’s eyebrows rose. “The BDSM club?”
Max nodded slowly. “Yeah.”
“Nice place.”
“Usually.”
“What made you visit there?”
“It’s one of my go-to places when I need to get away.”
“And you needed to get away last night?”
