Page 9 of Wreck Me
“She’s got a concussion,” Aidan supplied.
“I can still talk though,” Megan muttered, glaring at him and lifting a hand to the bandage on her forehead. She gave his mom a smile. “It’s been a rough day. But it’s nice to meet you. This is a beautiful place.”
Stella returned the smile. “Thanks. My sister-in-law has been running it for decades. She bought it a couple of years back. I fill in on her day off.” She stepped over to the computer and shook the mouse. “Let’s see what we can find. I know the rooms on the east side of the second floor are unavailable due to a busted water pipe.”
She clicked the mouse a couple of times and lowered the reading glasses from on top of her head to her face. She typed in a few things and then looked over the rims at Megan.
“You know, if you’ve got a concussion, you shouldn’t be alone. You should be monitored for forty-eight hours.”
Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and dropped his chin. He didn’t think Megan would appreciate a smug “I told you so” and at the same time a thought crossed his mind. Guilt settled in for not saying it out loud.
But it would go against so many of his rules.
Megan’s smile was weak. “You sound like Doc.”
Stella smiled. “It happens with siblings.”
“I thought you might be related. But I’ll be fine. I’m going to sleep it off. Just need a bed.”
Aidan’s hand fisted against his chest. Why didn’t this woman take her concussion seriously? He glanced over at her just in time to see her sway. His arms shot around her to keep her steady. “Easy now.”
Stella came around the desk. “Aidan, sit her down before she passes out. I’ll get some water.”
Aidan kept Megan against his side and led her to a nearby chair, easing her into it. It took everything he had in him not to sniff her hair or think about how her body fit against his like it was made for it.
Damn, dude, get it together. She’s injured, you perv.“Let’s take a seat.” He crouched down once she was settled in the chair.
A moment later, Stella came out with a glass of water, a cool washcloth, and Tylenol. Megan popped the pills in her mouth, and Aidan raised a brow when she drank the water like she’d been stuck in the desert for a year. When she’d downed half the bottle, she slumped against the back of the wingback chair.
“Better?” Stella asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
Stella crossed her arms and looked down at Megan. “So, I have a room available for tonight and tomorrow. But I really think you need someone to stay with you. Do you have anyone—”
“No,” Megan and Aidan answered in unison.
Stella looked back and forth between them a moment before speaking. “Okay…”
“Thank you for being so kind,” Megan said with a smile. “But I can take care of myself.”
Shit. Son of a bitch. Damn it all to hell. Fuck.
Aidan closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.
He had no desire to play babysitter for the next two days, his only days off for the next seven. No two ways about it, he was going to be sorry for what he was about to say. He didn’t know how or why just yet, but all he knew was that he was about to take a headfirst dive into a steaming pile of shit. And it wasn’t going to end well for him.
But his mouth didn’t get the memo of what a monumental bad idea this was, otherwise he would have never uttered the words…
“You can stay with me.”
Four
Can’t Win for Losing
Megan turnedher head to meet Aidan’s gaze. “What?”
Aidan huffed out a breath as though pained he had to repeat himself. “I said, you can stay with me. I’m off the next two days and I can monitor you.”
