“Have a hard-on for you? Always. Especially when you’re practically naked in front of me. So how about you help us both out and you put on the damn shirt?”
She snatched the shirt from him, but when she did, his hand twisted, flipped, and caught her fingers.
“Nash?”
He could see the red marks around her wrist. Rope burns. “Bastard.”
“I…” The tip of her tongue darted to touch her bottom lip. “I need to put on the shirt, remember?”
He brought her wrist to his mouth. Pressed a kiss to the red marks on her delicate skin. “I will kill him for you.”
A nervous laugh. “Doctors take an oath to do no harm, don’t they? I hardly expect you to start fighting for me.”
Oh, she had no idea. He’d fight for her until his very last breath.
He let her go. Watched as she pulled the dark t-shirt over her head. It fell down her body, swallowing her.
“Better?” Delaney asked him.
No, now she just looked like she was…his. Then again, hadn’t he always thought of her that way? Didn’t he still think she belonged to him?
“I’m sorry, but curiosity compels me to ask this. How are you even bigger now?” Delaney questioned him.
His dick was bigger because she was there, right in front of him. His dick always got bigger when she was close.
“Your chest—your shoulders, your—” Her hand gestured toward him. “Do you work out every single moment or what?”
Before he could say anything, she turned and scampered toward the bed on the left. She dove under the covers and pulled them up to her chin.
“Forget I said anything,” Delaney mumbled. “So the wrong time for me to say anything.”
Nash figured that was his cue to stop the questions. Fair enough. They both needed to crash but, first, he took out his phone. Fired off a quick text. Short and sweet.
Wedding stopped.
“Who are you texting?” Delaney asked, voice husky.
“Agnes.”
“Oh, good! Kurt destroyed my phone…”
His teeth could not clench harder.
“So I didn’t have a way to contact her again. Thank you for letting her know that I’m all right.”
Three dots appeared on the screen of his phone as Nash waited for his sister to respond.
Then…
What happened? From Agnes.
How to explain the situation? This was way more than they’d anticipated. This was?—
Did she realize you still love her? Another text from Agnes.
Jeez. Could his sister not rip that particular wound open immediately? His fingers flew over the screen. Her dick fiancé tried to kill her. This is a five-alarm situation. Will brief you in the morning.
Three dots. And…
