A brow raises curiously before a coy half-smile pulls at her lips. “Are we playing doctor-patient right now? It’s about time you came to check out my body. I want athoroughexam, Dr. Porter.”
My footsteps falter. The energy swirling around inside of me pauses. Heat creeps up into my face, and blood rushes down to my cock as I try, and fail, not to picture the role playing she’s suggesting.
“Stop it,” I warn, pointing at her as I glare. “And get on the table.”
Blair chuckles as she tosses the gloves she’d been wearing into the trash. “Alright, let me wash my hands real quick.”
I watch as Blair moves to the sink that was installed in here yesterday. There’s a cabinet with doors that lock with some, but not a lot, of medication for pain and the likes. And across the room from the hospital bed I’d secured is a full metal shelving unit with medical supplies. There’s not a lot going on in this room but it’s enough to tend to people who get injured on the job until they can go see a real doctor.
When Blair’s done washing up, she moves toward the table, but rather than climb on it, she props her hip against the edge and crosses her arms over her chest as she regards me curiously.
“What’s in the box?” she asks.
I lift the object in my hand, no bigger than a shoebox, and answer, “Insurance.”
“For what?”
“For my peace of mind, and your safety. After last night, I’ve decided I need to know where you are at all times,” I tell her. “Now, get on the table.”
Blair bites the inside of her cheek as she stares at the box a little longer. When her eyes flick up to my face, she shakes her head.
“I’m not letting you put a tracker in me,” she says. “Thatisa tracker, right?”
My eyes narrow on her. “You’ve seen one before?”
“Yeah, Dad tried tagging me with one a while ago.”
I blink in surprise, though I’m not sure why. It makes sense that Anchor would go through great lengths to keep an eye on his child.
“So you’re already tagged?” I ask her.
Blair snorts her amusement as she rolls her eyes.
“I said hetried, Ledger. I ended up stabbing him in the leg when he didn’t hear me the five hundred times I told him he can fuck right off with that idea.”
I vaguely remember Anchor being hurt a few years back. He’d had a limp for a bit that slowed him down for a job. He’d said an enemy had gotten too close.
Fucking liar.
If the situation wasn’t as it is, I would call the bastard up and taunt him about being stabbed by his own kid. As it is, however, nothing about this is funny.
“Well, he was right. Now, get on the table and let’s get this taken care of.”
Her eyes narrow as her hands go to her hips. “No.”
“Blair…” I growl as my temper rises.
“Just give me a phone and track that.”
I grit my teeth and point to the table. “I’ll get you a phone, but I’m still doing this. Now, don’t make me ask you again.”
Blair sucks her teeth. “Or what?”
She doesn’t see how important this is. If something had happened to her out in those woods, or if she had fallen into the quarry—I’d still be out there searching for her. I wouldn’t stop until I found her.Thiswould cut my time searching for her in half. Given the threat hanging over her head right now, with this Dixie asshole sending people after her, it’s a no-brainer that I have to know where she is at all times.
With a sigh, I walk over to the head of the table and gently place the box on top of it.
“You were never this stubborn when you were on the road with Anchor,” I muse out loud as I turn to face her.
