She jumped to her feet and was at his side in a second. “Oh my. What the hell?” She gently pulled his hand away from the bleeding wound on his upper arm. “Is that glass?”
He winced. “Yeah. I walked away like a badass, but the glass has to come out.” It was starting to really hurt, but that just meant he was healing.
She yanked off her flowery shirt to press against his wound. The blue of her heart glowed through her plain white bra.
“Put that back on.” He tried to pull away and make sure nobody was around.
She faltered. “Oh. My heart. Sometimes I forget the blue bothers people.”
He didn’t give a shit about the blue tone or if it bothered anybody. “No, your tits. Those are mine and mine only.” He ushered her toward the one remaining examination room and shut the door. “I’m happy to prove it to you right now if you wish.” He kept his voice low and direct.
She rolled her pretty green eyes. “Okay, tough guy. Sit on the table, and I’ll get Tace. He’s much better at stitching people up.”
“Tace punched me through the glass door.” Jax jumped onto the table.
Lynne paused. “Is he still breathing?”
“Yes,” Jax sighed. “He thought I made Sami cry, and he reacted, which was probably a good thing so they can get their shit figured out. So I didn’t kill him. See? I’m growing as a person.”
Lynne hustled to the counter and yanked out surgical stuff that looked pointy and painful. “You really are.” She returned with a syringe. “Can I give you a local?”
“No. Save it for when we really need it.” He tugged off his shirt and barely kept from wincing as the material pulled against his wounds.
Lynne frowned but leaned in and picked glass out with a pair of huge tweezers.
He drew in a breath and centered himself, allowing the pain into his body. “I sent more drawings of Marcus out with scavengers and scouts earlier this morning, telling them to tack them to trees and leave them in various places.”
Lynne bent her head closer to dig out a stubborn piece of glass. “That’s good.”
“I’m starting to think I’m just crazy.” Jax kept still so she could do the job right. His enemy, the one he’d killed weeks ago, had hinted that his younger brother was still alive after Scorpius. Jax had held on to that one possibility with both hands, when it probably was just another lie in a world full of them. “Do you think I’m crazy?”
She lifted up and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “No. We all need hope.”
Yeah, and it didn’t hurt anything to send out drawings, now did it? He sucked in air when Lynne pressed the needle into his flesh.
“Please let me give you a local,” she whispered.
“No.” They needed to hoard what few drugs they had. What if one of the kids got hurt and needed a local? “I’m fine, baby. Just finish up, and then I’ll show you how much I like your tits.”
“You’re impossible,” she said, biting her lip as she continued stitching.
The door opened, and Tace poked his head in. “I’m sorry, Jax.”
Jax glanced down to make sure Lynne’s back was to Tace before answering. “I’ve been there, and I understand. Take care of it so neither of you gets dead during the next mission.”
Tace nodded. “Sami went to provide backup for Vinnie, and I’m heading out with Raze to find explosives. I promise Sami and I will reach an understanding tonight, whatever that may be.”
Jax lifted an eyebrow. So they were going to act like morons for a little while longer. He didn’t have time for this shit. “I thought you were reaching said understandinglastnight when furniture was broken, somebody got spanked, and you ended up with a black eye.”
Tace’s head jerked back.
Jax smiled, finally feeling better about the entire situation. “The walls are thin, buddy.”
Lynne slapped a bandage over Jax’s stitches with a little more force than was necessary. “Jax. Geez.”
He grabbed her arm before she could turn around. That bra concealed absolutely nothing. His mouth watered. “Go away, Tace.”
The door shut with a soft click.
