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“James!”I cry and throw myself at him, weeping.

CHAPTER8

James

“I’m so so sorry, James! I never should have told you to leave! This is all my fault!”

I pat Bri’s back and my eyes jump to her sister in the doorway. “What the hell?”

Trinity’s lips curl in a smile and she walks over to Tate and the doctor. “Why don’t we give these guys a minute?”

Tate is quick to leave the room and I smirk. Not like he didn’t have his own issues with Ruth when they got together.

I pat Bri’s shaking back. “Hey, baby girl. I’m okay. Where’s my strong girl? You gotta stop crying! You’re tearing me apart!”

Her dark eyes lift, swimming with tears. “I’m so sorry, James. I shouldn’t have said all those things. It’s not your fault, none of it’s your fault! It’s my Mother’s and Cameron’s! Anybody but you! I know you just didn’t know how to tell me. I am such an idiot! I fell right into her trap.”

I shake my head, my forehead leaning into hers. “Hey. Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t giving up on us. I just knew you needed a little space and you would have realized that your Mother was playing on your fears.”

“I’m so sorry,” she sniffles, her red eyes puffy and yet still beautiful to me. Everything about her is absolute perfection to me.

“Don’t worry about it, baby girl. Like I said, I had no intention of letting you walk away from me again. I love you too much.”

Her full lips tilt up. “Even though my family is terrible and I am an idiot.”

I chuckle. “Even then.” I lean down, my lips clinging to hers, tasting the salt of her tears on my tongue.

I sigh and shift on the bed, my wrist twinging.

“What? What’s wrong?” She pulls back and I can see her switching to doctor mode. Her eyes run up and down my body and I can feel my cock twitch in my jeans. Her hands run up and down my sides, setting off an earthquake in my body. Shivers run up and down my arms and settle in my belly.

“Stop that, baby girl!” I grab her hands and hold them tightly in mine when she tugs hard, trying to break free. “I’m fine.” I wince when she tugs at her hands again, the streak of pain in my wrist flaring up.

“Your wrist? Is it broke?”

I glare at her. “I think you know that. Jeez, baby. Settle down and let me talk.”

She stops fluttering and her whiskey eyes focus on my face. “Are you alright?”

“Yes. I got hit by a car when I stopped to help a person in a rolled car. There wasn’t anybody there yet and I couldn’t just leave them alone like that.”

“Somebody hit you!” she screams, her voice climbing at least an octave.

“Settle down. That voice of yours could cut glass. Shit! My head hurts a little too.”

“Did you hit your head? Do you have a concussion? Have they done a cat scan? X-rays? MRI?”

My eyebrows lift. “I don’t think that’s necessary. I just need some Tylenol and to rest. Some ice for my wrist. Then I’ll be good as new.”

“You’re getting those tests done,” she growls, stiffening.

“They’re not necessary.”

“What did the doctor say?”

I roll my eyes. “He’s just being an idiot. I don’t need all that stuff.”

“But you’re going to do what he says. Because I love you and I need to make sure that you’re alright. And you’re not going to fight with me about it.”

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