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Our heads are whipped toward the door where Glenda stood, Linny holding her close and Bruce standing behind them.

Linny shot daggers at us. “She needs to pee.”

I reached my hand out, but Glenda said, “I got it.”

Linny gave me a look. Her eyes were stern and her lips thinned, but I wasn’t sure if she was being pissy in solidarity or just trying to get me to give her some space.

Once they made it down the hall, I let out a sigh.

“She’ll come around, man,” Bama said.

Sam put his hand on my shoulder. “She told me you’re taking good care of her. That’s something, right?”

“Maybe.”

Looking down the hall, I reminded myself that she’s mine. I just had to give her time to realize it.

Chapter 9

Glenda

Fucking dicks. All of them. I was sure they thought I wouldn’t hear all that but they had no right to talk about me in secret, anyway. And fucking Sam. So much for patient/doctor privilege. But I wasn’t surprised. All those guys always looked out for each other.

Technically Sam wasn’t part of RBMC, but his clinic was only as nice as it was now thanks to them. Plus, he’s Hammer's cousin. And a man.

“Fucking men.”

Linny nodded. “Yep. Fucking men. C’mon.”

She helped me to the bathroom. I drank so much coffee and hadn’t moved in a while so I wanted to pee. Especially after Sam poked around some. Luckily, the tenderness in my gut was easing up well and my muscles were all moving better. I just needed to move more to work out the tightness and stop getting winded so fast.

“I got it. Just stay close,” I told her. I was able to shuffle along on my own, but my bladder was so full.

She waited outside the door, but after I was done I called out, “I think I’m gonna take a bath.”

She knocked, then poked her head in. “I’m helping with this part.”

After getting the water running good and hot for me, she pulled the shower curtain to the shower/tub combo. “You good to undress?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll go find a fresh set of clothes but I’ll be right back,” Linny told me before leaving me to climb in alone.

Sinking down into the hot water carefully, I moaned as the water covered my achy muscles.

The door flew open and I moved the curtain, jumping when I saw Leigh instead of Linny. “Oh my God, learn to fucking knock!”

“You sounded like you were hurt, and I saw Linny going to the other room.”

“I’m relaxing. Or trying to, anyway. Run along to your brothers.”

Instead of leaving, he opened the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out a box. He stepped closer, holding it out. I didn’t bother trying to cover myself even though he probably got a little nipple shot. Reaching for it, I said, “Huh,” as I looked at the box. “Epsom salts. You keep this stuff?”

“I do a lot of manual shit. It’s good for your muscles.”

“So,” I said with a brief pause before looking back up at him. “You take baths?”

His arm went to the wall, over his head, and he stared down. Something about the way he looked at me sent a shot straight to my clit. His hooded eyes glazed over the water, then up to my face. But it wasn’t just hunger. It was too comfortable. Possessive. Maybe not hiding was a bad idea, because why was he looking at me like he owned me?