Page 26 of DOG Part 2
His lashes fluttered and he gazed at me, his hazel eyes soft. “I told them the address. They were going to take me back to the clubhouse but I managed to wake up long enough to tell them to bring me here instead.”
“You’ve been unconscious for three days.” The last word caught in my throat, choking me.
“Damn,” he muttered. “Where are...?”
“Tom is here. Skate left. Tom told me everything. He said the Rugged Angels are still looking for DiEmanuele.”
Kane nodded slowly before dropping his head back against the wood. “I’m sorry. This must have scared you a lot. My parents too.”
“I thought...” I cleared my throat. “I wasn’t certain that you would wake up. The others told me you’d rather die than go to a hospital and get turned into the police.”
“They were right. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I whispered, the low tone of his voice making me warm.
“I love you, Kim.”
I blinked hard, staring at him.
“Did you hear me?” he asked.
I unstuck my jaw. “Uh.”
Kane did something I never would have imagined on him. He blushed. It was a full on, cheeks flaring red, blush. I couldn’t help it. I laughed.
“Now you’re going to laugh at me for that?”
“No,” I gasped, choking over my giggles. “I’m just laughing at the whole situation. I can’t believe... I’m mean... God.”
“What?”
“I love you too. Like, big time.”
He chuckled. “Good. I thought for a second you were going to hit me for saying that.”
“I’m not going to hit you,” I softy answered as I moved forward and pressed my lips against his. When I drew back I kept my face a few inches from his, letting my breath sweep over him as I spoke. “But I am going to make you something to eat. You haven’t had food for three days and if you don’t eat soon you’re going to faint again.”
“Since when do you cook?”
“Oh, I learned a lot while you were gone.”
He cracked a grin. “Like what?”
“Like the fact that a stuffed bunny rabbit named Mr. Fluffy was your best friend until you were eleven. I even know that you took him to your first day of middle school in your backpack.”
“You’re bad,” Kane said slowly, making the words drip as if they were made out of honey.
“I’ve got a whole lot more tidbits where that one came from.”
I stood and stretched, making my way over to the refrigerator to find something light and quick to whip up. A phone went off, the ringing coming from Kane’s jacket, which was draped over a chair.
“Will you hand me that?” he asked, the gentle tone from a minute ago suddenly replaced by a hard and terse one.
“Yes?” he barked into the burner phone, sounding nothing like a man who was weak from three days of unconsciousness.
I stood stock still watching as he listened to the voice on the other end of the line.
“All right,” he finally said. “Be there soon.”
