Did he just say bullet?
There was no way, I had to have heard him wrong. I was driving to meet my friends to go shopping. It was Christmas time. How in the world would I get shot? My heart raced and my breathing sped up as panic set in.
“Miss, take slow, even breaths. You’re okay, listen to the sound of my voice.”
What I heard was a commotion outside the door before someone came barging in. It was then, when his deep voice washed through me—even if it did sound frantic—that my body relaxed and I felt like I could breathe again.
“You can’t be in here, sir,” one of the nurses said.
“Bodie,” I choked out as I reached my arm toward him.
He rushed into the room and to my side, then gathered my hand in his. “I’m not leaving my fiancée!” There was that stern, sexy dad voice again. The one that had my body tingling and pulse racing even harder. I almost shook my head at the absurdity that my thoughts would even go there when I felt like I did.
But what could I say? Bodie was my kryptonite.
My eyes bugged out of my head and confusion hit me harder than a hundred-mile-per-hour wind when what he’d said sunk in.Fiancée.If I was standing I’d have been blown over.
Bodie looked down at me and winked. I lost the ability to think at all. Which, with the thumping in my head, wasn't all that much to begin with. But even in my state, I wasn’t immune to the gorgeous man that had stolen my heart.
Lost in the sight of him, I must have missed the staff conceding and taking Bodie’s word about being my fiancée, because I finally registered that the doctor was speaking to him about my injuries.
He’d said they would be cleaning up the lacerations from where the glass hit me and scheduling an MRI to be safe, but felt I just had a slight concussion from hitting my head before I hit the tree. Luckily when that happened the airbag had deployed.
Bodie’s hand tightened a bit around mine and I could see the worry etched across his handsome face.
The physician then mentioned I had a nice goose egg and I instinctively reached up with my free hand to touch where it throbbed. I sucked in a breath wincing at the pain that not only the soft touch had caused to my head but also had my arm burning.
Not letting go of my one hand, he used his other to gently pull my arm away from my face. “Love, don’t touch it.”
When I winced again, the doctor went on to tell him about where the bullet had grazed my arm. Bodie’s eyes that had settled on mine when he called me love, snapped to the doctor’s and fury replaced the worry as a storm brewed in their dark brown depths. His jaw ticked and his hand once again squeezed mine tightly.
I’d already heard about the bullet and honestly, I was still stuck back on him calling me love. It caused my heart to flutter and I momentarily forgot about any discomfort I was feeling. However, when Bodie’s body stayed stiff with rage, I felt like comforting him.
“Honey,” I whispered.
His head whipped in my direction and his hand loosened on mine. I could see the shock on his face as I wasn’t one to use terms of endearment often. I wasn’t always my feisty, sarcastic self. Okay, that’s not true. I was, but I also had a softer side with him, just as I did with children. Especially his, they made my heart full.
Right then and there, even as the doctor stood watching us, he leaned down and brushed a feather-light kiss to my lips.
“Can we go home now?” I murmured as he straightened.
I hadn’t meant to say home, as inourhome, since we didn’t live together but the doctor didn’t know that and gave a chuckle.
“Young lady,” the older gentleman said and we both looked in his direction. “Let’s get that MRI which I believe will turn out just fine, then get you cleaned and bandaged up. Then we will try and get you out of here.”
I sighed in relief that I may not have to stay in the hospital and hoped he was right about the MRI, but then frustration settled in at his next words.
“Your young man here will need to keep an eye on you tonight though since you have the concussion,” he said, assuming from my comment earlier that we lived together.
Shit, I didn’t want to stay here. Maybe I could ask one of the girls to stay at their place. I knew they wouldn’t hesitate to let me sleep over.
Bodie’s thumb rubbed softly back and forth over the top of my hand in a soothing manner, but I was tense as my mind whirled with options and who was best to ask for help.
“I won’t let her out of my sight or my bed tonight, Doc,” Bodie replied, blowing my mind.
“W-What,” I stammered, my eyes bugging out of my head for the second time since he walked in.
I realized as the conversation went on he’d only said fiancée, so they’d let him in but when I thought about it, why did I like the sound of it so much? I didn’t think he was kidding or just blowing smoke up the doctor's ass about me staying with him.
