Mental note: when I started getting sleepy I could clean to stay awake.
I opened the fridge, and thankfully there were several cans of Coke. That would do. I swiped one as I checked out the rest of the contents, which took all of four seconds.
A package of sandwich meat, soda, and some mustard. There was a box of takeout from the Chinese restaurant down the street. I’d be ordering from there pretty soon, considering my stomach was starting to growl.
Matter of fact…I pulled out my phone and hopped onto their app. After a quick order of sweet and sour chicken for two, some egg rolls, and egg drop soup, I settled into the recliner in front of the small TV perched on a flimsy stand.
This place sure wasn’t what I’d expected it to be. Now, I didn’t have much, but it appeared to be more than Drey.Interesting. I clicked the TV on but got nothing but static.
Great. No service? Then why the hell—wait, there was a DVD player with some movies on the stand. Who still owned a DVD player?
I pushed out of the chair and squatted before the TV to see what my choices were.
Fast and Furious. Sweet. I was all about the loud action movies. I slipped the disc in, then turned the recliner enough to keep an eye on Drey, yet still see most of the movie.
He shifted on the bed and let out a groan.Crap. He might be waking up on his own already. He had to be feeling some pain considering it’d been a couple of hours since his last dose of meds. Why in the hell would he refuse meds?
His mattress and box spring lay directly on the floor, so I sat next to him. He sagged toward me, and he let out a grunt. Resting my hand on his chest, I eased him onto his back again. Couldn’t chance him rolling onto his injured shoulder.
“You’re okay. Relax,” I whispered.
Blood had soaked through the white bandage, so I hopped up to grab the supplies we’d gotten on the way here. Since Bill had helped get his shirt off, I’d have easy access. Might do it while he slept so it wasn’t so painful.
I touched his side bandage. No blood seeping through there. Warm skin tensed beneath my touch as I poked at the bruising skin.
“Thought you’d have better bedside manners than to poke at an injured, sleeping man.”
I slapped at his chest, surprised by his words. I hadn’t realized he had woken up.
“And then you hit him?” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “I’m not sure Bill was right to leave me in your care.”
“Suck it up. You’re fine.”
“Says the girl who puked when she saw me.”
I huffed, digging into the bag of medical supplies.
“Hunter told me.” Drey pushed up a little more so he rested against the wall.
“Figures.” I pulled out the gauze and peroxide. “Be nice or I’ll spill this on your open wound.”
“So…how do you have so much experience with concussions?”
Every muscle in my body tensed, at least it felt like that. I’d been here less than two hours and already the questions were flying?Shit.
Why the heck did I want to tell him all of a sudden? I gulped through it and shoved it to the side. No. I shoved it way, deep down. No way would he ever find out what I was. How…ruined I was.
“Doesn’t matter.” I reached for his shoulder. “Now shut up so I can change this dressing.”
“Versed in stab wounds, too?”
Damn it, it was like he could see right through me. I’d had plenty of stab wounds I had to deal with. Some of Nicco’s johns were sadists. And very skillful in their…craft.
Warm fingers danced up my thigh. “You are versed in stab wounds, then, huh?” His thumb rested on the outside of my thigh, just before the hem of my jean skirt.
As much as I wished I didn’t, I loved how his fingers felt along my skin. He’d held me plenty of times in my drunken stupors, but this time, I was pretty much sober, so I felt every electrical tingle.
And it was nice.