Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133511 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 534(@250wpm)___ 445(@300wpm)
“Melanie? What’s going on?”
“A patient attacked me,” she admitted slowly.
“The fuck?” I asked, chilled. “Why?”
“He’s mentally ill,” she said quickly. “Probably doesn’t even remember doing it. Look, it’s no big deal but they want to keep me for the night to make sure the head injury isn’t serious. I told them it’s not, but you know how it is. Liability.”
“I’m coming to the hospital,” I said. “I want to see for myself.”
“No, it’s nothing,” she said. I might’ve believed her if she hadn’t sounded like she’d swallowed a truckload of gravel. “I’m fine, but Izzy’s sitter has work in the morning and she really needs to get home, to bed. She’s at my place. I’ll call her and let her know that you’re on your way. Izzy’s sound asleep—she won’t even realize anything happened.”
I considered arguing with her, then decided it was a waste of time.
“All right, I’ll head there now.”
“Thanks, Painter,” she replied, sounding tired. “It’s been a rough night. Knowing Isabella’s covered is a big relief.”
• • •
“Thanks for watching Iz,” I told Marie, Horse’s old lady, early the next morning. “She’ll probably wake up around seven, and if she’s upset that Mel isn’t here, you can have her call and I’ll talk to her.”
Marie nodded, smiling at me reassuringly. No complaints from her, despite the fact that we’d dragged her out of bed at five a.m. Horse was a lucky man. “No worries—we’ll have a great time together. Just go make sure Melanie’s okay and I’ll keep you covered on this end.”
“Thanks.”
Grabbing my cut, I made for the door, knowing it was too early to go see Mel and not caring—I couldn’t hold out any longer, I needed to see her for myself. Puck followed. He’d ditched the girls last night to come with me, because that’s the kind of friend he was. Horse had offered to come, too, but I figured two bikers were enough to keep people at the hospital from fucking with us, but not so many we’d have to worry about them calling security on our asses.
We pulled up to Kootenai Medical Center and parked, stopping by Information to find Mel’s room. The little old lady manning the desk probably wasn’t supposed to hand that out, but a few sweet words and she fell right into line. Sometimes it scared me how easy women were to manipulate.
Make that women who weren’t Melanie—she saw right through my shit.
We followed the signs upstairs and found the right hallway. A tall, sexy black chick with braids was at the nurses’ station, and I left Puck flirting with her while I looked for Mel’s room. The door was shut. I gave a little knock, then stepped inside to find her sound asleep on a bed.
Ah, shit.
She looked like hell. There were bruises all over her face and ringing her neck. No monitors hooked to her, though—that had to be a good sign, right? There was a recliner-looking chair not far from the bed, a weird, skinny piece of furniture that was probably supposed to look normal, but was off just enough that it rang all kinds of “institutional” bells.
I sat down, leaning forward to study her. There were finger marks on her throat. Finger marks. Someone had put their hands on my woman, tried to kill her, and I hadn’t even known it was happening. I felt rage boiling up, starting deep down in my stomach, twisting and tightening every muscle in my body as I braced myself for violence.
Except there wasn’t anyone to defend her from. Just Melanie, pale and broken in a hospital bed.
What the fuck had happened?
Twenty minutes passed, and then the door opened. The babe with the braids walked in, looking me over.
“And you are . . . ?” she asked.
“I’m the baby daddy,” I said, keeping my voice steady with no small amount of effort. “Mel’s kid is my daughter. She called me last night, said there was an accident and she needed me to watch over Isabella. Got that covered, so now I’m here to make sure she’s doin’ okay.”
Her face softened a little.
“Mellie’s fine,” she said. “She can tell you the details when she wakes up, but we’re just keeping an eye on her.”
“Hey,” Mel whispered. She was fighting to open her eyes, raising a hand to her head. Relief flooded me, although it couldn’t fully calm the violence inside. “Sheesh. I feel like death.”
“How’s it going, Mellie?” the nurse asked. “You remember what happened?”
Mel nodded slowly. “Yeah. Todger—never saw it coming.”
Braids snorted.
“None of us did. You have company.”
Melanie looked at me, and I cocked my head, forcing my face to stay calm.
“Where’s Izzy?” she asked, frowning.
“I spent the night with her, and then Marie came over early this morning,” I said, my voice harsher than I’d intended. “She and Horse will take her out to pancakes or something—that’ll blow her little mind. Now tell me what’s going on here.”