“Yeah, well my buildings cost a damn site more so I’m still better than you.”
“Do you think you two could just stop for one minute,” I said with a groan. “My painkillers are wearing off.”
“Want me to get the nurse?” Liam asked, concern furrowed on his brow.
“No, I want to leave it as long as possible.” Call me stupid but I didn’t want to become reliant. The longer I could last between doses the easier it would be without them once I left the hospital. “I could do with some water, though.”
As they both stood and reached for the jug of iced water, noise outside my room took my attention. There was someone yelling while someone else, words I couldn’t hear, talked back, their voice lower and more controlled.
“What the hell is going on?” Liam turned to the door. “Don’t they realize there are ill people in here?”
“Not ill Liam, injured,” I corrected him.
“Whatever, they’re still too fucking noisy.” He flung the door open and leaned his head outside. After a beat he stepped into the hallway. “No fucking way. Get the fuck out of here.”
“Oh, are Mom and Dad here?” Cole quipped.
I was torn between laughing at his joke and wondering what the hell was going on outside my room.
“Liam!” I snapped. “What is it?”
“I want to see my wife.”
“Oh dear, it seems like the ex hubby is here.” With a sigh, Cole pushed out of his seat and joined Liam at the doorway.
Wilder had told me about Glenn being the one sending the messages, but it didn’t mean I’d forgiven Declan for being a dick. He’d threatened to take my baby away from me.
“Shit, now we’ve got trouble,” Cole said, looking back over to me. “The cowboy just arrived.”
“What’s happening?” I looked around, wondering if I could get out of bed, but even the slight movement of trying to lift the sheet had me reeling with the pain in my side.
It was then I heard Wilder’s voice, deep and low, controlled but angry. “She doesn’t want to see you. When she does, if she does, she’ll contact you, but for now just do yourself a favor, sign the divorce papers and go back to Kentucky.”
“She’s my wife, I have rights.”
“Like fuck you do,” Liam told him and then disappeared from my view.
“Cole,” I hissed. “Has either of them punched him?”
Cole shook his head. “Nope, but he’s pissing his pants at them both bearing down on him. No, wait, he might have shit his pants rather than pissed them.”
It was pointless asking Cole anything if you wanted a serious answer.
There was a little more shouting until Cole stepped outside the doorway. “Okay, girls, let’s break it up. No pulling hair or scratching.”
Wilder then appeared in the doorway, he looked tired and anxious, his hands clenched at his sides.
“You want to see the leprechaun?” His jaw ticked with barely controlled anger.
I couldn’t help the grin. “No baby, I don’t.”
He turned back to the hallway. “She doesn’t want to see you, Mullaney. Got it.”
“I just want to check you’re okay, Tallulah,” I heard Declan call.
“Tell him I’m fine, to sign the papers and go back to Kentucky.”
“Hear that?” Wilder asked. He was met with silence until finally I heard what I knew were expensive shoes clicking down the hallway. After a minute, Wilder turned back to me. “Hey, Brownie, how you holding up?”
