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“I was going to kill him for you,” PJ mumbles.
“Shh.It’s okay.”I pull him close, placing a gentle kiss on his temple.“You said once in a while we could switch.I took care of it this time.”
ChapterThirty-One
PJ
There’s so much fucking beepingand talking, so many bright lights, and why the hell is someone poking at my arm?
Am I at a party?The one single time I went to a college party and got wasted, I woke up to find someone had drawn a dick on my arm.Last fucking time I ever got drunk.Or so I thought.
That seems wrong, though.Instead of stale beer, I’m smelling my campus job.Harsh cleaning products, the kind that burn your nostrils.
“Leave me alone.”I smack at whoever’s messing with my arm.“Want to sleep.”
“I need to check your vitals, Mr.Jeffries, and then I’ll be out of your hair.I’m Yolanda, by the way.It’s nice to see you’re awake.”
Yolanda’s got a voice like an angel, but she needs to leave me alone.I try to roll over so I can get some more rest, but she’s got an iron grip on my arm.
“Let the nice lady do her job,” a familiar voice says.“You’re lucky I’m not your nurse, or I might’ve accidentally gotten too rough with your catheter for being a contrary shit.”
“My cath—what the fuck?”My one small experimental movement is met with immediate regret.Every muscle in my body hurts.I’m sore like I went ten rounds in a boxing ring.
“Simon?”I force my eyes to crack open, and there he is.Smirking at me with his arms crossed over his chest.Behind him is his boyfriend, Sebastian.Which is a little weird because I’ve only ever seen that guy at brunch, and, uh, I don’t think we’re at brunch.
“What are you guys doing here?”Something Simon said catches up with me.I look to see a lovely nurse with braids and a no-nonsense expression typing into a tablet by my bedside.“You’re very pretty.Do I really have a tube in my dick?”
She shrugs slightly.“You were unconscious.Good to see the pain meds are working.”
Then she gives me what I think is maybe supposed to be a reassuring smile, but maybe not because she also looks a little too amused for someone who just told a guy that a) he’s been unconscious, and b) he’s got a tube in his dick.
I turn my attention back to Simon.“What the fuck happened?”The last thing I remember is riding in the back of Brennan’s SUV.
“Well, Ravi’s upstairs, for starters.Something about some drugs they found at a canning facility on the East End.”Simon tilts his head.“You were with him.You don’t remember?”
I close my eyes and try to think, but my whole brain’s kind of pounding.
“Rav and I went with Brennan to try and take down this guy who’s been kidnapping people and—” My eyes fly open.“Fuck.Evans.What happened to Evans?”
Before I can work myself into a froth, there’s a hand on my arm.Evans is standing where the nurse was.His nose is bandaged and so are his wrists.His eyes are wet.“Fuck, I’m so glad to see you,” he says.“I’d hug you, but you look like shit.”
Given that half his face is covered in gauze, that doesn’t speak well for the state I must be in right now.Doesn’t matter.I could explode, I’m so fucking happy to see him.
“What happened?Are you okay?”
“Aside from a broken nose, sure.”He doesn’t look like he means it, though.I’ve never seen him looking so haunted.He cuts off any questions with a shake of his head.“No, I really am.Or I will be.Thanks to your boyfriend, Eric is dead.He can’t hurt anyone anymore.”
“Boyfriend?”
Evans seems confused.So am I.
“You went to his house, remember?You went when I told you Eric was going after him.They said you were in a fire.”
Through my pounding head I can find the memories now—racing to Fallon’s house, the flames, the smoke.Wrestling that fucking guy down the stairs.
“I remember the fire.That fucker Eric hit me in the head.I don’t remember anything else.”
Evans squeezes my hand.“Your man whacked him over the head with some artwork or something.The fire was too out of hand by the time they arrived to enter the house.So sad.Your guy’s a fucking hero.”
