Page 157 of Salvage Him
Twenty-Eight
Brooklyn
Iwokeup the next time to familiarvoices.
Seth cracked a joke, and Abbielaughed.
I wasn't sure why it was funny. My eyes popped open. They all turned tostare.
"Hey, pup." Harrison came in my line ofvision.
"Hi," I said and bitmylip.
"Hey, sweetie." Abbie leaned over. She kissed my nose and mycheek.
When she leaned back, I took a deep breath. It didn't hurtasmuch.
"When did you get here?" Iasked.
"A few hours ago. Seth called, and I jumped on the nextplane."
I lifted my head a little to look around. Seth remained on thecouch.
"Thanks, Seth,"Isaid.
"You're welcome, little lady." He flashed me a bright grin full ofteeth.
"Hey,Brooklyn."
I turned to my right andsmiled.
"Professor Stewart." Iblinked.
His kind eyes warmed myheart.
"I hope you don't mind me stopping by. Someone has to control the boys while you get your rest." Professor tookmyhand.
Isqueezedit.
While Harrison worried about me, he had his people around him lookingafterhim.
Someone wasmissing.
"Where's Justin?" Iasked.
"You just missed him. He'll be back," Harrison said as he rubbed my arm with hisfingertips.
The contact masked the pain alittle.
"You need anything?" Professor Stewartasked.
Abbie's eyes grew wide. She along with Seth, waited expectantly for what, I didn't know. They were the Doms in our crazy family, so why were they looking to me fordirection?
"Stop staring at me." I squeezed and dropped Professor Stewart's hand. "I'mfine."
"Of course, you are," Abbie said as she patted my leg. Her lip quivered as she leaned past Harrison and kissed me. She retreated to the other side oftheroom.
Sethfollowedher.
