I wasn’t fast enough. She grabbed a cab. Sorry for everything. Always the fuck up. Tell Oliver I love him. I’m done with this shit.
I rose up just the slightest to slide my clammy palms under me, attempting to remain as still as possible for her.All right, she finally said, turning to toss something in the trash. Now I need to get a better look at your stomach. Mr. West explained you have some injuries there, as well.
I glanced up at the door and found him there, standing stoically quiet, watching with a tight frown frozen over his features. I hadn’t even noticed he was there. His eyes were on me, his lips curled into a tender but sympathetic smile that eased a few of the nerves I felt at the thought of my stomach.How could I forget? How was it that, until that very moment, I couldn’t feel the pain of it?It’s nothing, I choked out, lowering my gaze, unable to fully look at either of them.
My posture stiffened almost painfully and must have spoken more loudly than the words that had left my mouth, because Tara’s stern approach softened. She tilted her head to catch my downward stare.Listen, I know you want this to be over with, but I can’t leave until I confirm your injuries have been fully assessed and treated to the best of my ability.
Cassandra, Logan spoke in a hard whisper.
With a relenting sigh and stiff hand, I held onto the end of the belt on the white robe Logan had covered me with earlier.So are you and Jax friends? I asked, searching desperately for an in to read him better.
We’re not enemies. He released a clipped laugh. Jax has some growing up left to do, but he’s a good kid.Yeah, I nodded, debating my words internally. He reminds me of Logan when we first met: a bit of a whore.
Hey now, you don’t want Logan to know you thought so low of him.Believe me, he knew. I cracked a smile.