“No,” she murmurs in quick objection, and my smile quirks up. “Billy is… he’s not too good with blood either. Just get me to the sidewalk. I can make it from there,” she murmurs while pointing with her eyes.
I frown. That’s not why I thought she was objecting. I thought it was because she was enjoying me being with her. Her body feels so good in my arms. I know we almost kissed.
Why doesn’t she want me or Bity around?
“Well, no offense, but if you’re bleeding, I’d rather you were carried. I don’t want blood in the house because I’ll faint, and that wouldn’t be very masculine,” Wren says to her while chuckling. "Just make sure to wrap it up,” he says while turning to me.
My eyes trail down her perfectly smooth, glistening legs to the side of her ankle that holds the small slither of blood. She huffs in distaste, and I restrain a telling smile as my devious wheels begin turning with rapid excitement.
“I have no problem wrapping it up,” I say with my enigmatic grin that seems to make her blush.
Apparently she just had a scandalous thought. Finally!
“Give the boys the address, if you will. I’ll take care of Ash,” I say to Wren, and he nods while quickly turning away before he catches a glimpse of red.
“Squeamish much?” she huffs under her breath.
I snicker a little too loudly, surprised by my accidental outburst. I wasn’t expecting her to be funny. I quickly try to recover, and she lets a genuine smile creep across her face.
“Wren hasn’t ever been able to handle blood. One sight of it, and he’s out like a light.”
“I can really walk just fine. My blood is going to be dripping.”
“That’s why he told me to wrap it up.”
She blushes fiercely, further proving her earlier thoughts were scandalous when he said that. She thinks like me. Oh, I’d love to take a peek inside her pretty little dirty mind right now.
“Ah. Well, how are you going to wrap it up while you’re carrying me?”
she asks when we reach the backdoor.
I set her down on the bench, and then I slip through the door and rush to a nearby bathroom. After grabbing the first hand-towel I can find, I nearly sprint back outside to see another guy has already squatted before her and started examining the wound.
Damn it. Does she have some pheromone secreting from her that calls men from miles away?
I almost growl under my breath when I see it’s Keith, Melanie's sister’s son.
“Hey, Tag,” he chirps while rubbing his hand up her leg, just above her calf. “I thought I’d check for a sprain.”
Right. I’m sure that’s what you’re doing.
“I’ve got it, Keith. Just do me a favor and go tell Melanie we’ll be a while,” I mutter, deliberately sounding misleading.
Ash laughs lightly while shaking her head, and then she pats Keith on the shoulder.
“It was nice meeting you, Keith.”
Good. She’s dismissing him.
“I should probably help you out. I’m a trainer, after all. I deal with stuff like this all the time,” he says while flashing her a flirty grin.
“I think Tag has it under control. It’s just a scratch. Will you tell Billy where I am?” she says sweetly.
Shit. Bity.
“Yeah. Sure. Let me know if you need anything,” he drawls while standing, and I make sure to step in between them quickly to tie the towel around her foot.
“You can spray the sidewalk off if you want to be helpful, Keith,” I degradingly release. “You know Wren can’t handle blood, and she’s left a few small drops here.”