Misguided by Kathryn Kelly

Author:Kathryn Kelly [Kelly, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Makin Groceries Media
Published: 2014-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen: SOS

Lucas wanted an annulment. Bailey should’ve followed her instinct and refused to marry him. She’d known he was more than drunk when he’d awakened her and insisted they wed. Besides, the word commitment was not in Lucas’s vocabulary.

Now, after vomiting everything he’d ever drank in his entire life, he’d passed out, so she’d gotten out of bed, put on the shirt he’d tossed aside when they’d returned to the room and started changing the soiled sheets after she’d freshened him up. She’d called down and requested new bed linen, refusing maid service since he was naked.

Removing one side of the fitted sheet and replacing it with the clean one, she struggled to turn him over. In hospitals, patients were cleaned up in such a manner by the nurse’s aides. Of course, there were two of them. Since she didn’t have that luxury, she’d have to improvise.

Bailey leaned her full weight against him and grunted in frustration. He was a solid mass of muscle. She shoved him and he groaned.

“Turn over,” she instructed, rubbing his forehead before placing a kiss on it. He was vulnerable right now and all she wanted to do was protect him, beginning with getting him clean. He wouldn’t appreciate laying in vomit. Climbing over him with new determination, she grabbed his big hand and pulled with all her strength. However, she lost her balance. She squeaked and went flying over the other side of the bed, her arms and legs flailing wildly right before she landed with a thud. “Ow.”

The bed shook as she struggled to lift herself, momentarily dazed from the hit to her head. A gun pressed to her temple. Lucas swayed and squinted, too unsteady to be wielding something so deadly.

“It’s me,” she croaked, afraid to move a muscle. “Don’t shoot me.”

He stared at her, fumes of alcohol rising between them. “Bailey?” he slurred. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“Move your gun away from my head.” She sounded so calm, as if having a huge weapon pointed at her occurred every day. She didn’t even know he carried a gun. He was the club’s enforcer, though. A weapon must’ve been required to enforce…stuff.

Lowering the firearm, he sat back on his haunches, his cock rising hard and thick between his powerful thighs. “Why are you here?”

Bailey sat up, her shaking insides transferring to the outside of her. Her hands trembled, so she wrapped her arms around her waist to hide them. “I’m cleaning you up,” she admitted. “I was trying to move you and fell off the bed.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Where are we?”

“In a hotel room. In Las Vegas.”

His features were clearing and she knew memories were returning. Surprising, since he’d only been asleep for about twenty minutes. But, then, again, he’d slept before he’d awakened her, demanding to know if they’d married.

He swept her with a cold, hard stare, inspecting his surroundings. Climbing out of bed, he laid his gun aside and found a cigarette. Silent, he removed the

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