And reveling in the way I felt impossibly light andfree—without fear or limits—so long as I was holding onto Kingston.
When we finally stopped, he parked the bike and held out his hand to help me off it. I unfastened my helmet while he climbed off after me, and handed it over to him. He set both on the back of the bike before lacing our hands together.
Then he led the way to his doctor’s office.
I recognized the doctor as soon as she walked in the door. “Dr. Barrow?”
“Hi,” she said as her eyes flew wide.
The last time I’d seen her, she’d been giving me a clean bill of health after someone had drugged me during the Honor Challenge. We’d discussed my asthma, sexual history, and preferred methods for birth control.
Now, seeing Dr. Barrow again on the weirdest first date ever, I tried to hide the blush our connection brought to my face as I shook her hand.
As she looked me over, she asked, “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good. No issues since everything happened. Thank you for what you did for me.”
She smiled, squeezing my hand before patting the table for Kingston to hop up. “I’m glad you’re doing well, and that Kyle brought you by so I could see for myself.”
My eyebrows rose, but a quick, subtle shake of Kingston’s head from behind Dr. Barrow’s back schooled my features. “I’m glad he did, too.”
Stepping back and out of the way, I tried not to eavesdrop while they discussed what brought Kingston in. At least, not in a way that was blatantly obvious.
But no way was I tuning out the good doctor when prime secrets were on offer.
Dr. Barrow spoke normally, so that helped. “Can you take off your shirt so I can see the wound?”
Wound?
Given Dr. Barrow’s height, I couldn’t peer over her shoulder. I had to lean and look around her body to see Kingston.
He stifled a laugh at the sight of my head popping into view and undid the buttons on his shirt.
Distracted by the sudden appearance of his tan skin and lean, muscular chest, I had to shove my inner trollop back in her sex cage to focus on his wound.
I covered my mouth as I gasped.
A red and angry mark sat right under his left shoulder, close to his chest muscle. It marred Kingston’s perfect expanse of skin. And it didn’t look like it had gotten there by accident.
“Oh, Kyle…” Dr. Barrow put on gloves and dabbed at the dried blood around the wound. “When did this happen?”
Kingston swallowed, wincing at the first dab of gauze near the raw edges of his skin. “Two weeks ago. Give or take a day or two.”
I did the math in my head.
He’d had the wound since before the Knights’ Quorum, at least. Maybe longer, given his uncertainty over the date.
But I had a feeling Kingston rememberedexactlywhen it happened.
Dr. Barrow hummed quietly as she continued to examine his chest. “What happened?”
“I fell.”
Her spine—and mine—instantly straightened. “Kyle, if…”
“Dr. Barrow, before you ask, I don’t want to report it. Because I fell. So, that would be a silly thing to do, right?”
“It wouldn’t be, honestly,” she said, gentlyandpointedly. “You’d be surprised how often it turns out to be more than that. Reporting it could stop any morefallsfrom happening.”
