His shoulders slumped. “I’m not sure. I guess that’s not very helpful.”
“It’s more than we had before,” I offered.
He perked up. “Really?”
I was fucking gone for him. So gone I felt myself smile. Probably wouldn’t even recognize my reflection in the mirror if I saw it.
I nodded. “It’s a good place to start.”
“It’s the name of the guy I bit,” he said, shuddering a little.
My hand slid down to cup the back of his neck.
“Right after I bit him, his friend yelled,For shit’s sake, Cross, just shoot him.”
I was going to enjoy killing these assholes. Every last one of them.
The bedroom door opened, Ghost standing in the frame. “Doc wants to know how much longer.”
“He can come in now,” I said.
Doc appeared beside Ghost immediately, bag in hand.
“I’m going out in the other room to talk to Ghost. Be good for the doctor.”
Haz rolled his eyes. “I’m not five.”
“There’s nothing else you remember?” I asked one last time.
“No. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay, love,” I said, both of us freezing a fraction of a second at the new term of endearment.
My spine is now made of marshmallows.
I recovered first, acting like the path from my brain to my tongue wasn’t a Slip ‘N Slide, and pulled my hand away.
He caught it, wrapping both of his around it, clinging as though me going into the other room was more distance between us than he could bear.
“You’re not leaving, right?” he asked.
“No. I’ll be in the other room.”
“How are you doing this afternoon, Haz?” Doc said, stepping into the room. “It’s nice to see you awake.”
Still holding my hand, Haz smiled. “Thank you for coming to take care of me. I’ve never met a doctor who does house calls.”
“Yes, well, it was an emergency.”
“That’s polite talk for he won’t say no to a pile of cash,” Ghost said.
Haz’s fingers tightened on mine and tugged. I glanced down. “Did this cost you a lot of money?”
I’d have paid more.“Yes,” I said out loud. “So pay me back by listening to him and doing what he says.”
Haz nodded.
Resisting the urge to kiss him, I pulled away and went across the room.
