“And I’m going to send someone to find Doc. I need to send someone expendable in case Zander decides to kill them.”
“W-what?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Kent replied cheerfully. “I’ll be there in a few hours. Just rest.”
24
“I have blueberry or banana.”
Kent Jensen was not a guy who took no for an answer. Nor was he a guy who was afraid of going after what he wanted. That was clear.
He was tall and broad. Handsome. Although not as handsome as Doc or Archer. He’d arrived last night, just before visiting hours were over, but he’d managed to charm the new nurse into letting him stay longer.
He’d booked a hotel room close by and when he’d left, he’d promised to be back early with some breakfast.
He was a man of his word too.
“I’m really not hungry.”
“I thought a muffin would be nice and soft on your throat. Now, I’m kind of partial to blueberry myself, but don’t let that sway you in your choice.”
It also seemed that Kent Jensen had a problem with listening.
He placed both muffins on the tray that rested next to the bed. It contained her untouched breakfast. He lifted the lid and wrinkled his nose at the food underneath. “Don’t blame you for not touching that stuff, sweetheart. My Abby would turn up her nose at it too. Now, Abby is fond of blueberry as well.”
“Abby is your wife?”
“Ahh, well, I haven’t asked her yet. But I plan to.” He grinned, warmth filling his face as he talked about his girlfriend. “She wanted to come as well, but I thought that might be too overwhelming for you. Doc said you’ve been living by yourself for a while.”
“Umm, yes.” Archer said that most of the men who lived at Sanctuary were Daddy Doms. Did that mean Kent was?
Sympathy filled his face. “I know you must be overwhelmed, sweetheart. I’ve sent someone to get Doc. Archer should be here soon. When I spoke to him yesterday, he was catching the first flight he could get on. He sounded pretty upset. When he gets here, I’m going to go out and check what’s going on with your cabin, all right?”
“You don’t have to—”
He gave her a stern look and she pressed her lips together. They were dry and chapped. She wished she had lip balm. She wished she could ask Kent to see if he could find Bumbly and her snuggly. She remembered rescuing them from the fire. But she wasn’t sure where they had gone, and she’d been too embarrassed to ask anyone.
“Now, which muffin are you going to eat?” He glanced down at her hands. “Did someone offer to help you eat?”
“Oh yes. But I’m really not hungry.” Eating was the last thing she felt like doing.
“The nurses told me you haven’t eaten since you were admitted. If you want to get out of here, sweetheart, you need to build up some strength.”
“I can’t.”
He sighed. “All right, but Doc is going to be seriously mad when he gets here and finds out that you haven’t been eating. I just want you to know that I’m going to absolutely throw you under the bus.”
She gaped at him then she saw the humor in his eyes. “You wouldn’t.”
“You kidding? I so would. I’m petrified of Doc’s temper.”
“That makes two of us,” someone said from the doorway.
“Archer,” she said on a hiccupping sob. She gasped in a breath that started of a coughing fit.
Hell of a welcome.
Shit. Fuck.