Thirty-Two
Hale
Burl frowned at me, but he wasn’t going to refuse to do what I’d told him. I glanced back at the open bedroom door to make sure that Bay hadn’t returned from the errand to get me food, then cut my eyes back at the doctor.
“It’ll be a better night’s sleep for her,” I told him, as if I had to convince him to obey orders. He worked for the family.
“Yes, I suppose you’re right. I’ll handle it.
Like I said, the new pain meds are there.
” He pointed to the pill bottle beside me.
“And they won’t make you so drowsy. You’ll be more alert and awake during the day tomorrow.
The wound looks good. Bandages should be fine until I return in a day or so.
If there is any change, let me know immediately. ”
“Yep,” I replied.
The appearance of Bay in the doorway drew my attention from the doc.
She’d gotten a shower earlier while Ransom and Noa were here and changed out of her pink pajamas.
The black shorts and tank top that barely covered her stomach was a nice surprise when she returned.
It was then I’d decided to text the doc about tonight’s sleeping arrangements.
She paused with a tray of food in her hands. “Is it okay for me to come in?” she asked, looking at Burl.
“Yes, of course. I was just telling Hale that tonight, it would be best if you slept on the bed too. It’s a large bed, and he can’t move much, so it will be as if you were sleeping alone,” Burl informed her.
I watched as her eyes widened and then swung to meet mine, as if she was waiting on me to interfere.
Not a chance, darlin’. This was all my idea.
“I, uh…are you sure? The sofa is just right there.” She pointed over to where Slash was currently sprawled out. He lifted his head and looked at her as if she had called him to her.
“Yes, but with this kind of injury and what I’ve seen just now, examining it, I have a few concerns, like if you were asleep and he had an emergency and couldn’t call out for you. It would be best if you were close enough that he could reach you.”
He was a pro.
“What’s wrong? Is there an infection? Does he need to go to a hospital?” she asked, sounding slightly panicked.
For me. Huh. I liked that.
“Oh, no. No, nothing that serious. Just a precaution. That’s all.”
Bay did not look convinced. She turned those big blue eyes back to me. “And you’re comfortable with this?”
Hell yeah, I was.
“It’ll be safest that way. Don’t want the doc worried about me.”
She stared at me hesitant, then finally nodded. “Okay.”
Worked like a charm.
“Good. Very well. Then I believe I can leave you in Miss Fox’s competent hands,” he said with a smile that was forced, making it clear he wanted to leave.
I smothered a laugh. “Have a good evening, Doc,” I told him.
He managed a, “You too,” then headed for the doorway.
When I turned my attention back to Bay, she was still standing in the same spot.
“Can’t eat my dinner from over here,” I said.
She blinked. “Right,” she mumbled, then brought it over to me. “There were two options for tonight. I went with the pasta because the other was ribs, and I thought that might be difficult to eat with one hand.”
“Thank you,” I said, then noticed there were two plates on the tray.
She’d made her dinner too. She was obeying. Good girl.
“Have a seat,” I told her, patting the bed. “We can watch a movie while we eat.”
She looked from me to the bed and then cleared her throat. “Oh, well, I can sit on the sofa. I don’t want to bother your shoulder. I may move around too much or something.”
Not happening, Snow.
“This bed is top of the line. It doesn’t move. Sit,” I replied.
She thought about it for a moment more, then began to set up my tray table over my lap, careful not to get too close to me. She was showing me world-class cleavage, but didn’t seem to notice that. The things I wanted to do to those tits.
Her back turned to me slightly while she picked up my plate and placed it in front of me. Then put a napkin beside it, along with ice water. Burl had said no whiskey on the earlier pain meds, but these weren’t as strong, and I wanted a drink.
“Would you pour me some of the whiskey that’s stocked in the bar in there?” I nodded toward the door. “One ice cube, four fingers.”
Her brow puckered, and she placed her hands on her hips. “Dr. Burl said no whiskey.”
I grinned. “I’m on new pain meds. I can have some now.”
“I don’t think you’re supposed to drink alcohol with any pain medicine,” she argued.
“Snow, I want my whiskey, and I don’t give a fuck what I’m supposed to do.”
Her tits rose and fell, distracting me as she huffed. “Fine. Kill your liver,” she said, then spun around and headed for the door.