Fierce by Skye Warren

Author:Skye Warren
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Romance, Dark
Publisher: Skye Warren
Published: 2018-11-06T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

I woke up to the soft sounds of the nurse fussing over Shelly’s bandage.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Shelly said quietly from beside me.

I rubbed my eyes. I’d fallen asleep in Shelly’s bed and had one hell of a crick in my neck. I glanced around the room. Her detective was gone, his jacket missing from the chair. “Sorry,” I muttered. “I don’t think these beds were made for two.”

“I’m glad you came, though,” she said.

She looked better. Still wan compared to her usual self, but it seemed the indomitable Shelly could bounce back from even a bullet.

I slid from the bed and wobbled on my feet.

Shelly snickered softly. “Nice ass.”

I waved my hand at her, leaving my hospital gown to gape open as I shuffled to the bathroom and shut the door. I only came in to use the toilet, but now that I was here, a shower seemed even nicer. I should probably have gone back to my own room, but walking was so hard today.

I stood under the hot spray for a long time. Just how big was the water heater of a hospital? It was a question that needed an answer, I decided. So I stood under the steamy spray even longer, letting the warmth seep into my bruises.

The hot water hadn’t run out when I heard voices murmuring outside. A knock sounded on the bathroom door. I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a thin towel small enough to be a hand towel for Colin.

Ah, my jailer, come to cart me back to my cell.

He stared at my body. His gaze lifted, paused, drifted down, then snapped up to my face. Red bloomed across his smooth cheeks when he saw me watching him.

“I, ah, Detective Cameron told me you were here,” he stammered. “And…I thought you might need this.” He waved a small brown bag, presumably containing a morning-after pill I didn’t need, but just as quickly withdrew, as if realizing the proximity of his hand to my almost naked body.

It was cute, really, but I yearned for Colin’s unshakeable composure. “Thank you. I’ll also probably need clothes.”

I took the bag from him. “Bye, Shelly.”

“Bye, hon.” She waved me away.

I walked through the hospital halls in the thin, short towel. My personal cop danced attendance behind me, making strangled sounds of protest at my state of undress.

Inside my room I paused, forcing myself to appear steady. A bag lay on the side table, one that hadn’t been there before. Rape Victim Advocates, it said. Gee, what rape victim wouldn’t want to carry this around? At least the puffy shape of the bag meant it contained clothes.

“Ask and you shall receive,” I said to him where he hovered at the open door. I held the bag up to show him.

His cheeks flaming red, he shut the door just before I let the towel drop.

I dressed in the oversize sweats from the bag, trying not to let the memories take me. My little therapy session with the good detective had helped, but it wasn’t magic.

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