Page 196 of Rogue Daddy (Montana Daddies 12)

“What could you possibly need to get back for?” he asked.

“Like I said, I have a life. I’ve got someone waiting for me.”

“Who?”

“Her name is Caley.”

Zander just grunted. “You’ve never mentioned her before.”

“Funnily enough, I don’t need to tell you everything. Besides, I just met her.”

“Then it might not last.”

“It will last. I’m only staying one more day. Then you’re on your own.” Doc checked the IV line he’d put in. “You need more morphine. You’re in pain.”

“I’m fine. No more morphine. You know I hate that shit.”

He’d been dosed with it several times. When Doc patched him up, then when they’d been moving him. “You have no business giving me that crap.”

He hated being out of it.

“Serves you right for blindfolding me,” Doc countered.

Zander sighed. He supposed he’d gotten off lightly. Doc could hold a mean grudge and he enjoyed getting revenge for supposed slights.

That’s why Zander liked him so much. He really admired those traits in a person.

“I’m leaving tomorrow, whether you like it or not.” He stormed out, and Zander reached over with a pained grimace to grab his phone. He knew that Eli had called Webb to give him updates, but Zander hadn’t had a chance to call Keira since being shot.

Thanks to those doses of morphine, he’d basically slept for forty-eight hours.

He hoped that she wasn’t too upset with him for not calling. Surely, getting shot was a good excuse.

But then, he didn’t really understand how a woman’s mind worked, so maybe she’d be upset with him.

Opening his phone, he stared down at the missed calls and text messages.

Fuck.

Instead of reading through them all, he just called her instead.

“Eli? Eli, is that you?” Keira’s frantic voice came through the phone. “How is he? Has something happened? Damn it, Webb is being a total jerk and won’t let me come to you guys.”

“Webb is just doing what I told him to do, baby girl,” Zander rumbled.

“Zander?” Her voice broke. “Oh God, I thought they were lying to me. When no one would let me speak to you, I thought you must be worse than they were saying.”

“Shh, I’m all right, baby girl. Here, I’m going to switch to video.” He hadn’t video-called because he hadn’t wanted her to freak out. But it sounded like she was doing that anyway.

When the video came on, he instantly frowned at the sight of her. “Are you well? Why do you have dark marks under your eyes? What’s wrong? Get Webb on the phone. Now.”

No one had informed him that she was ill.

“I’m fine. I’m not the one who was shot!” she cried.

“I’m all right. It was just a flesh wound. Had plenty of them.”

“That’s not the point. I don’t care how many times you’ve been shot. You were shot! I want to come to you.”

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