Saint hummed, outwardly unaffected by the haunting trip down memory lane.
Lucky him. My hands were already curled into fists and I wanted to kill someone, anyone, but preferably the evil bastard who’d left their toddler to die. “What are you trying to say? That Lexi’s actions tell me more about him than the life story I don’t fucking know?”
“Lexi.” Saint nodded slowly. “I like that.”
“You liked his mouth on your dick too.”
“That a problem for you?”
“What do you think?”
It was a strange conversation to be having in a hospital waiting room. No one was paying us much attention—save the girlfriend of the vending machine attacker who was staring at Saint like he was fucking Jesus—but I glanced around anyway as Saint stewed over his answer.
“I don’t know what I think,” he said eventually. “Only what’s in here.”
He tapped his chest, and the gesture spoke more to me than any words could’ve, but Skylar came back before I could answer and called me away.
The news wasn’t good.
“You should’ve made him rest.” Skylar strode beside me in the squeaky corridor. “It’s gonna take longer now for him to get over this injury.”
“He will, though, right? Get over it, I mean?”
“If you take care of him properly, cos Lord fucking knows you guys don’t take care of yourselves.”
“What do we need to do?”
“Bench him. No riding, no fighting, no stress or over-exertion.” Skylar stopped walking and faced me. “I’m serious, Cam. If this gets any worse, he’ll be stuck with it forever. Are you hearing me?”
“I hear you. Can I see him?”
“Where did you think we were going, to see the fucking queen?”
“Rubes ain’t far off.”
Skylar smirked a little, but his good humour was brief. “Look, they’re gonna keep him in overnight for pain management, but there’s no way I can swing you and Saint guarding his bed like angry bears on the ward. I don’t have that kind of reach.”
I knew that. But there was also no way we could leave a brother unprotected and vulnerable. “Can you stay with him?”
Skylar shrugged. “I can check on him, but I’m on shift down here. I can’t walk out on my job.”
“I’ll stay with him.”
I jerked around.
River stood behind me, one shoulder propped on the wall. He glowered at me, then softened his gaze for Skylar’s benefit. “I fucked a nurse from the observation ward a while back. She’ll let me in.”
It was the perfect solution, but I couldn’t get my head around it. “How the fuck are you even here?”
“Orla called me. She does that. You know, to say hello and shit.”
The unspoken accusation was clear. I snorted. “You don’t want that from me.”
River pushed off the wall, but Skylar stepped between us before he got up in my face. “I haven’t got time for family politics. If Riv can stay, that’s probably the best we can do right now. Cam, you’ve just gotta live with it and trust us to take care of him.”
I wasn’t just worried about Rubi. Skylar was indelibly tied to the club, and River was my goddamn kin. There was no better way to hurt me if the Sambinis couldn’t take my fucking head.
But I was out of options.
