The nurse stepped back. “Okay, all done. Any questions?”
He shook his head. He had no idea what instructions she’d given him, but he had enough medical training to look after himself.
“Great.” She tugged off her gloves. “You’re free to go when you’re ready.”
He dipped his head. “Thank you.”
The second the nurse was gone, he rose, but Sky’s eyes widened at his movement and she rushed forward, pushing him back down. “Becket! Slowly. You just got hit by a car.”
“Sideswiped.”
“Same thing.”
“Not the same thing.”
She huffed an exasperated breath. “You can still go slowly.”
“I need to find out what’s going on in your head.”
Her eyes flared, something akin to fear flicking over her face. “What do you mean?”
“You’re pale.” He gripped her hips. “I’ve barely heard you say anything, except for when you forced me to come here. And your nails have been digging so deep into your waist, I’ve been scared you’re going to break skin.”
She wet her lips, her gaze lowering to his shoulder. “I just hate what happened today.”
“No. It’s more than that.” He touched a finger to her chin and tilted her face up. “Tell me…please.”
Her gaze shifted between his eyes. “I—”
The door opened and his brother walked in.
Goddammit.
Sky pushed against his chest and took a hurried step back, forcing his hands to drop.
Jesse stopped. “Sorry. Am I interrupting?”
Becket’s “yes” came out at the same time as Sky’s “no.”
“I can come back—”
“No,” Sky said again, cutting him off. “This is important. Come in. Did you find the car?”
Jesse moved into the room, his gaze shifting from Sky to Becket. “Unfortunately, a gray Toyota wasn’t enough to go by.”
Fuck, Becket wanted to kick his own ass for not getting the plates. But he’d been too focused on Sky.
“No one reported a speeding Toyota past that point.”
Becket’s eyes narrowed. So the asshole had only sped on that street, atthem. Coincidence?
“There have been too many incidents in the last couple months.” He stood. “Her break-in. The bridge. And today’s almost hit-and-run.”
Sky paled further and he watched as her breathing quickened.
Becket’s jaw clenched. He just wanted some fucking answers. It felt like Sky was being targeted, and he didn’t like it. He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Thanks, Jess.”
Jesse nodded. “Your stomach okay?”
