He actually pouts at me. “I wanted to play nurse.”
His humor nearly pulls a smile out of me, but I manage to resist. Fuck, he even has dimples.
“Shoo,” I push him gently towards the stairs. “No omega likes an audience when she’s in the bathroom.”
He rubs his neck sheepishly. “Good point. I’ll come and check on you in a bit. Bring you some soup.”
“Is soup really the only thing you can cook?” I ask suspiciously. They eat a lot of soup.
Jax grins. “Rumbled. I wouldn’t mind some more of that tortilla when you’re feeling better.”
Now I smile. “Maybe. If you’re a good boy,” I tease.
It’s light-hearted, but Jax’s eyes darken. I take a step back against the door as he leans in, crowding me.
“And if you’re a good girl,” he purrs into my ear, “then I’ll make sure you’re well rewarded.”
Ooft.And he scores a straight shot to my ovaries.
With a squeak, I scramble backwards, nearly cursing as my leg jolts. Jax sees me wince and backs off, a penitent expression on his face. “Sorry, shortcake. I like playing with you.”
“Another time?” I ask, before I bite my lip.
Stupid, Sienna. Don’t ask for promises.
But Jax nods, leaning in to press a kiss against my forehead.
“Another time.”
Hope flutters in my chest as he disappears downstairs with a final glance back.
Wincing, I limp my way into the bathroom. The sconce above the vanity highlights my flushed face and bright eyes in the mirror as I wash my hands.
“Stop it,” I flick my hands at my reflection, spraying water droplets over the glass. “Don’t get your hopes up.”
Because Alicia is still hanging around, even if I’ve been lucky enough to avoid her for the last few days.
As I slowly make my way up the stairs to the attic, burning pain lances up my leg with every step. Carefully setting myself down on the mattress, I unwrap the bandage Logan placed on it.
Shit, that looks bad.
I gingerly poke at the wound, biting my lip on a curse as…something, oozes out.
Quickly wrapping it back up, I lie back on the bed, blowing out a shaky breath. The cream ceiling wavers above me, disappearing and reappearing with every slow blink. One of the coiled springs digs into my back, but I’m too tired to move.
This is fine. I’ll get some sleep, and by the time I wake up, my leg will feel better. And if not, I’ll ask the pack to take a look, maybe call a healer in.
It’ll be fine tomorrow.
32
GRAYSON
Early morning light spills against the wall in front of me, casting a golden glow across the room. Tapping my pen against the desk, I make another note on the plans in front of me. They need to be submitted this week, but I can’t get my head in the game. My head bounces between thoughts of Sienna and thoughts of Logan until the pen cracks in my hand, black ink spilling out across the papers.
“Shit!” Grabbing some spare paper, I blot at the stain before pushing the plans away in frustration. The door cracks open, Logan’s face peering around it.
“Can I come in?”
