19
LIAM
“Oh my God!”Bailey shouted.
I felt the pierce of the knife, but still couldn’t believe it. She threw a knife at me. Actually threw a fucking knife at me.
My eyes drifted from her terrified face to the knife now protruding from my side. “That’s not good,” I muttered.
“What the hell are you doing?” she shouted, rushing to my side. “Why in God’s name would you creep up on me like that?”
She actually tried to kill me. I never thought I would see that side of Bailey, yet here we were. I was leaning against a wall, and she was yelling at me, when she was the one who attacked me.
“Well?” she shouted. “Aren’t you going to say something?”
A smile tilted my lips as my eyes met hers. “Nice aim.”
She stilled, then slapped me across the face. “You ass!” Then she immediately reached for the knife.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” I chuckled. It was the only thing to do to keep the pain at bay. “How about we leave that in until we get to the hospital?”
“You think I’m going to take you to the hospital?” she screamed. “After you snuck up on me when I was already scared shitless!”
“Cheyenne texted. I didn’t mean—” I sucked in a breath as my side throbbed with pain. “Maybe we could discuss this on the way.”
Her lips pursed in irritation, but she nodded. “Fine, but only because Cheyenne would kill me if you got blood all over her things.”
“Good to know you don’t want me to bleed out for other reasons,” I muttered.
Snatching the phone off the floor where she dropped it, she stuffed it in her purse. “Well, are we leaving or would you like to die in my apartment?”
The attitude rolling off her was unusual at best. “Is there a reason you’re angry with me?”
“Yes. You scared me. Again!”
“I…don’t think I was responsible either time,” I answered slowly.
“Well…” She pursed her lips in anger. “We’ll discuss this later.”
Hooking her arm through mine, she guided me out of her apartment, stopping just long enough to lock the door before guiding me down the stairs.
“Ma’s gonna have a field day with this,” I muttered.
“I think she’ll see my side of things. How could you do that?”
“Stand in your doorway?” I questioned.
“Scare me. Why didn’t you say anything when you came in?”
Okay, maybe some of this was my fault, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to bring that up just yet. After all, I still had a knife sticking out of me.
As she tucked me into her borrowed vehicle, I relaxed against the seats, trying to find a way out of this that wouldn’t make me sound like a stalker.
“So, are you going to explain?” she asked as she pulled out.
“Cheyenne texted me and said you went into your apartment, even though you thought someone broke in. Luckily, I was already in town.”
Her furious eyes flashed to mine. “And you thought scaring the shit out of me after hearing that was the best way to approach things?”
