Road to Passion (21 page)

“Shouldn’t you be done with your
shift already?” I asked.

Macey turned with a smile. “One
more hour, but I figured I’d wait until you were released. Doc’ll be in to
check you out in about ten minutes.” She raised an eyebrow. “I suggest you get
rid of the dog before then,” she added in a whisper.

I blushed. “Sorry.”

She raised her hands. “Don’t
sweat it. I get it.”

“I’ll take care of him, baby,”
Mack offered.

“Thanks.”

Mack bundled Barney in the bag
Pauley had left behind and left the room just before Dr. Stone arrived. The
doctor was tall with dark blond hair, sea green eyes, and a rather sexy mouth.
Of course,
I
didn’t notice he had a sexy mouth because it would just be
wrong (the thought jumped through my mind and I found myself licking my lips as
he approached).

“Good morning, Darien, I’m Dr.
Stone.” He reached out his hand and I shook it. “You were a little out of it
when you got here last night. How are you feeling?”

“I feel great, actually.”

Macey handed him an iPad and he
scrolled through the information. “Well, everything looks good. We’ll give you
a script for some painkillers and then you’re free to leave.”

“Thank you.”

“Mase, I’ll have everything ready
in a few minutes.”

“Thanks, Dr. Stone,” she said,
and the doctor left.

“So, what’s it like working with
your brother-in-law?”

Macey grinned. “He’s actually
really cool, but he was cool before I married Dallas. He’s a lot less of an
asshole than the majority of the doctors here, plus if he gets out of hand, my
hubby can beat him up, or threaten to arrest him.”

“Bonus.”

“Definitely. Okay, I’m going to
get your paperwork and then you can get out of here.”

“Thanks.”

Once Macey left the room, I
climbed out of bed, and went looking for my clothes. I had bandages on my right
arm and leg, and they stung a bit, but nothing unmanageable.

“What the hell are you doing out
of bed?” Mack snapped as he walked back in the room.

“Getting dressed so we can go
home. Where’s my stuff?”

“In here.” He raised the bag with
the dog in it. “Will you please sit down, Darien and I’ll get you what you
need.”

“Yes, butthead.”

One side of his mouth lifted as I
took a seat by the window. He set the bag down beside me and helped me find
yoga pants, a T-shirt, and underwear. Barney appeared to be much more alert,
but still calm, which helped with the subterfuge.

I dressed quickly, Macey returned
with paperwork for me to sign and handed me the prescriptions, then a volunteer
came in and wheeled me out to Mack’s car, and we went home. It was a highly
anticlimactic event following an incredibly chaotic one.

Mack planted me on our sofa (I
refused to go to bed), and went about getting us something to eat. “Once we
eat, baby, I’ll help you shower, then you have to rest.”

“I can rest, honey, but I’m gonna
do it with you next to me and a movie on the television. Maybe a little heavy
petting, but none of this sleeping crap.”

He chuckled, but let me have my
way. Mack put together some pretty impressive sandwiches and we ate in silence.
By the time I’d finished half my lunch, my jaw was on fire with the chewing
motion, so Mack forced me to take pain meds and I was relegated to the sofa
again.

Booker stopped by about an hour
later, kissed me on the cheek, and then he and Mack sequestered themselves in
the office. They finished their conversation a half hour later, and Booker
left. He looked pissed, which didn’t make me feel any kind of reassurance, even
when Mack tried to feed me the line, “Everything’s taken care of.”

“I have something for you,” Mack
said.

“Oh? More bullshit?” I snapped,
ungraciously.

He raised an eyebrow, but let me
have my little ’tude without comment. He took my hand and kissed the palm as he
slid my ring back on my finger. “You found it!” I exclaimed, my mood lightening
considerably.

“Yeah, baby. Booker snuck in and
retrieved it. He also grabbed your laptop. It’s busted up pretty bad, but if
anyone can fix it, he can. He took it home to work on it.”

“That was nice of him.”

“Yeah. It was.” Mack wrapped an
arm around me and pulled me gently against him. “You done?”

I shrugged.

“You’re safe, baby, but it’s club
business, so I’m not givin’ you details.”

“Fine.” I sighed. “I don’t really
care anyway, but if you try to leave anytime soon to take care of said club
business before I’m fully healed, I’ll show you what ‘not fine’ looks like.”

He laughed. “I can live with
that.”

I snuggled closer to my man and
we dug in for a quiet night. As I fell asleep against his rock hard body, the
last thing I thought was how much I loved him and how grateful I was for the
love he gave me.

Life was good... no, it was
perfect.

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