They spilled into the room like clowns from a tiny car.The room was far from small, but closed in when filled with these men.
All three stared at me, suspicion etched in those looks.
I patted my face, then down my front as though I might have missed where I had an ax sticking out of me that I had missed.What the hell was their problem?
“You’re injured, right?”Ingram asked.“You take a fall or something?You’re supposed to tell us if you’re hurt.”
“I’m not hurt.”
“You smell like blood,” Ingram snapped, as though his last nerve had just broken apart.
His words caused me to go still, the accusation about the last thing I expected to hear from him—especially given the seriousness of his expression.
“She’s bleeding?”Kenyon asked, eyes blowing wide, turning his gaze back on me.“You’re bleeding?What happened?Is that why you needed to go to the store?You know I can take care of injuries.”The words rushed from him rapid fire.
They spoke over each other so fast that even if I’d wanted to answer, they didn’t give me a chance.
“She’s been here the whole time—she couldn’t have had anything serious happen.”
“We were at the store and there wasn’t anything wrong.She wasn’t out of my sight for more than a minute or two.”
“How could younotnotice something like this?I mean, she’sbleeding.”
A whistle echoed through the room.I covered my ears to protect them from the sharp sound, but it served to silence the other three.
Carter walked in, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.“You make it impossible for a man to masturbate in peace, you know that?”
Judging from how put together he was, I highly doubted he was speaking seriously when he said that.
Despite that suspicion, my brain sure enjoyed the idea of what he’d mentioned.I pictured him sitting somewhere, his head thrown back, his hand wrapped around his cock.
Not a bad sight.It intrigued me, made me wonder what it would feel like to watch him.
A snort echoed, and my gaze moved over to Shear, whose eerie eyes bore into me with a knowing look.Right, the asshole probably could tell what I was thinking even if he wasn’t dipping directly into my brain in that moment.
“She’sbleeding,”Ingram said like a child telling on their sibling, jamming a finger my direction.
“She needed to go to the store, and she was walking slow,” Kenyon added.
Carter stared at them, lines appearing between his brows.After a moment, he put his hands on his hips and let his head drop back, sighing loudly.“Seriously?That’s what caused this whole thing?”
“Bleeding is a big deal,” Ingram argued.
Carter shook his head, then pointed toward the hallway.“Out.”
The others argued—quietly—but moved that way.Carter paused at the door.
“Sorry about that,” he said, the muttering of the others a quiet murmur behind him.“You rest.I’ll take care of them.”
He didn’t ask anything else, closing the door behind him, their actions as confusing as anything else.
Just as I prepared to write that whole interaction off as them being as chaotic as usual—I heard Ingram’s voice from just down the hallway.
“A fuckingperiod?”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Yun
