Page 88 of Reacher
“Don’t fucking push me right now. You’re right that I’m weakened right now, and you’re not up to it, but make no mistake…” He stood up to tower over me.
“When you are… you’re getting fucked, and I’m not going easy on you.”
“Oh my god!” A nurse covered her face, and let out a heavy sigh. Oh god. As soon as she uncovered her face, Reacher cursed.
“Jesus, we keep doing this to you, nurse, I’m so sorry.”
She shook her head wearily.
“I should learn to check if you’re in a room before I risk going inside.”
I desperately wanted to know what that was all about, but I also wanted exactly what he’d described, even though my body was aching and sore, and exhausted.
“How soon before I can take her home, nurse?”
I stared at Reacher, drinking my fill of the sight of him, still finding it hard to believe that he was right beside me, alive and well.Mostlywell.
“Sure you shouldn’t sit down again, old man?”
He smirked at me.
“You’ll pay for that, woman. So, nurse… what’s happening?”
She sighed heavily, her cheeks still a little pink.
“You’re just impatient in general, aren’t you? I thought it was just you being fed up with being stuck in a bed on the ward… you realise that you’re supposed to be resting too?”
“You’re from the cardiac ward? Am I… did I…” Hell, was there something wrong there too?
She smiled gently at me. “I’m moved around as needed, and lucky for me, I seem to be following Mr Reacher around. Now, the doctor will be in shortly to check on you, so please feel free to pepper him with questions when he does.”
After she left, I looked at Reacher again, taking in every detail of him once more, just because I could. His intense eyes, those studs in his eyebrow, the wide smile as he watched me watching him.
“What did you do to that poor nurse?”
He laughed. “She has a habit of walking in at really inconvenient times, that’s all. She also has the hots for Stitch, but then, don’t most women?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Some of us like our men older and uh… kinda grizzly.”
“I’m not fucking grizzly!”
“That’s the only one you’re denying?”
Reacher
Ididn’tmindthesassing,and the jokes, because it all proved to me that she was doing okay. I was still fully planning to fuck all that sass out of her, as soon as my body didn’t feel like it’d been hit by a ton of bricks.
“Woman, just keep pushing me. I’m keeping count.”
She sighed, squeezing my hand.
“Please do, Reacher. God, I can’t believe how much I missed you, missed this.”
I couldn’t believe how well she looked for having been kidnapped and stabbed, but that voice in the back of my mind kept trying to push me to ask her things. Like what they’d done to her. If that bastard had fucking touched her. Had she been raped? I had no idea. I didn’t want to know, but I also needed to know, because I had to take that fucker apart, and if he’d done anything like that to her, I wanted to make sure I made him pay with every scream, and every moment he spent begging for death.
“Reacher?”
“Yeah.”
