“Ow,” I whimpered out as Jekyll scooted me gently back into bed.
“Why the fuck are you tryin’ to get out of bed. You need to piss or something? I’ll get you a nurse.”
“What are you doing here?” I repeated, ignoring his question.
He met my eyes. “Making sure you’re okay and apologizing.”
I widened my eyes. “What?”
“Baby,” he said on a sigh. “I don’t...”
“You don’t what?”
He closed his eyes for a few seconds, and I bit back a smile. I knew he wanted to tell me he didn’t repeat himself, but I had to give him credit, he didn’t.
“I wanted to apologize,” he repeated.
“Will you say that again?” I teased.
“I will not.”
I smiled. “I accept it anyway.”
“You gonna stay put?” he demanded.
“As you can see, I have no choice. My body has betrayed me,” I grumbled.
“What were you tryin’ to do?” he asked. “Need me to get a nurse?”
“No. I just want to know what’s going on.”
He pulled the covers back over me and sat on the edge of the mattress. “Bellamy’s finalizing paperwork and I’ve got my brothers over at Walker House getting things to a place where CPS won’t ask any questions.”
“Who’s the CPS agent?”
“Drea something.”
“Drea Housen?” I asked and Jekyll nodded. “Shit. She’s a pain in the ass.”
“Picked up on that.”
“She also sucks at her job and constantly tries to put roadblocks up.” I sighed. “There are rumors she’s on the take.”
Jekyll chuckled. “On the take?”
“Yeah. You know, when someone skims...”
He chuckled. “I know what it means, but exactly how would she go about it? The foster system isn’t teeming with money.”
I shrugged. “I have no idea. I just know that most CPS agents can’t afford a brand-new Mercedes every two years.”
“She got a man? He might be loaded.”
“Nope. No woman either. She’s single.”
“Jesus, don’t you have something better to do than worry about what some bitch is spendin’ her money on?” he challenged.
“Of course we do, but I’m telling you, Hyde, she’s not right.” I smoothed the covers as I met his eyes. “I tried to do a background check on her and she’s kind of a ghost. Nothing before 2008.”
