The Wife Protectors by Frankie Love & Chantel Seabrook

Author:Frankie Love & Chantel Seabrook
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chantel Seabrook

Chapter 13

Giles

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Tia didn’t come to me last night or the night before, and in a way, I’m glad because I feel like complete shit. My arm has been healing fine. I almost have full use of it now. But my leg hurts like the devil himself pissed on it.

And I’m so sick and tired of Banks treating me like a fucking invalid.

Normally I’m pretty even-tempered, but I feel like I could match Fallon in moodiness. For the past couple of days, I’ve been snapping at everyone, including Tia.

I limp to my bathroom and stare at my reflection. A fresh bead of sweat dots my brow, and my skin looks pasty and clammy, my eyes dark and sunken. I’d say it was because I toss and turn all night, but it’s more than that.

Turning on the tap, I splash some water on my face, trying to wake up. But I can’t push past the fatigue that weighs on me.

There’s a knock on my door.

“What?”

Banks comes in, carrying fresh bandages and disinfectant spray. “You’ve been moving around too much.”

“I’m fine.” I use the crutches he got from the hospital and make it back to my bed.

He raises a brow at me, then orders, “I want to take a look at the leg again. It looked like it might be getting infected yesterday.”

“Said, I’m fine.” I limp back to the bed. “I can dress my own damn wounds.”

“I really think-”

“You want to help me, then get me something stronger than acetaminophen and codeine.”

“Anything stronger and you run the risk of getting hooked. The pain should be subsiding by now.”

I take the bandages from him and toss them beside me on the bed. “It’s not.”

“Let me take a look-”

“Shouldn’t you be at work?”

He sighs and nods. “I’ll check on you when I get back. But you need to let me know if there’s any sign of infection.”

I glare at the door when it shuts. My heart feels like it’s beating a hundred beats per minute, and no matter how hard I try to calm it, it doesn’t stop.

Unbuckling my belt, I start to take my pants off to clean the wounds on my leg when there’s another knock on the door.

“I’m busy.”

“Giles?” Tia says on the other side, and I can hear the concern in her voice. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” I mutter, and she pushes open the door. She looks fucking gorgeous, bright-eyed like she got plenty of beauty sleep. Or maybe it’s more than that, maybe one of her husbands satisfied her all night long.

I’m not jealous, at least that’s what I tell myself. And I know I’m in no position to sleep with Tia right now. I’m glad she doesn't have to be alone, and that the other men can meet her needs.

Still, it’s a tough pill to swallow and it’s going to take some getting used to. And being stuck in this room is only making me think the worst of everyone in this house. If Tia isn’t

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