“Never thought I’d see the day you?—”
“Shut up,” I said, as my heart raced for a different reason than my injury.
I never thought this day would come either.
“Jesus Christ, Nash,” Beau grumbled, running towards me.
“I’m ok,” I said, walking out of the arena.
“You don’t look ok,” he said, as he pulled my arm over his shoulder to help me walk.
“I only pulled a muscle with some mild bruising,” I said, downplaying my injuries.
“Bullshit,” he growled. “I can hear it in your voice that it’s more than just mild bruising.”
I looked around the parking lot for Iris.
“She’s on her way back from picking up some stuff for you,” he said, reading my mind. “Now where is your truck?”
“Over there,” I said, nodding toward where it was.
The walk to the truck was never-ending even though it was fairly close. Beau helped me into the truck and drove us out. The pain meds were finally kicking in. The lull of the drive was making me sleepy.
“How’s he doing?” Iris’s voice made me open my eyes.
The passenger door was open as she leaned over me.
“Hey, you ok?” The worry on her face made me uncomfortable.
“Peachy, I could ride tomorrow,” I smiled.
She rolled her eyes. “Sure, Cowboy. Come on, let’s get you in bed to rest.”
I took a deep breath, almost tempted to ask to stay here instead, moving sounded awful. Iris helped me out by taking a lot of my weight. Don’t know how she did it, but she corralled me like a baby cow ready to tie me up. Fuck, that sounded appealing.
“What are you smiling about?” she asked, as we walked in the hotel.
“Nothing,” I said, feeling my cheeks heat up.
“That don’t look like nothing,” Beau said, pulling my arm over his shoulder, helping me to walk a little easier and I felt better that not so much weight was on Iris.
“It’s my secret,” I shushed him.
“I think the pain meds are kicking in,” Iris said, as we rode up the elevator.
“Good, he was grimacing way too much on the way over here,” Beau said, as we got off.
“I’m fine,” I said, at least I tried, but it felt like I had had too much to drink and I was getting tired by the second.
“Come on, big boy,” Iris said, leading me into the bedroom.
“I’ll be a good boy for you,” I said, attempting to pull her toward me.
Iris chuckled. “Then be a good boy and let us take care of you.”
“Ok, I like this,” I mumbled, feeling them take my boots off. “No one ever takes care of me.”
“We got you, babe.”
