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.“Cage,” I called at six in the morning, climbing out of bed.My shoulder throbbed.I needed another dose of painkiller.I heard him run up the few short stairs.“You all right?” He nearly ran into me.“Yes.Are you?”A quick appraisal of him showed he’d changed into sweatpants and a tee shirt at some point during the night.“I’m fine.Why are you out of bed? What do you need? I can get it for you.” His face was scruffy and his short hair seemed ruffled.I smiled at him appreciatively.“I need another pain pill and some water.” There was a glass on the nightstand next to my side of the bed and I picked it up, showing him it was empty.“Let me get it,” he said, taking the glass from my hand.He left the bedroom and I debated, but finally decided to follow him.I wasn’t an invalid after all.Cage crossed the living room.I noticed the news was on, but the volume was down.I glanced over just as a picture of Griffin flashed on the screen.A remote sat on the coffee table and I used it to turn up the sound.“… the lead singer of the hot new band Crushed Velvet was shot in the head yesterday during the filming of their first music video…”I felt myself sinking to the floor and I couldn’t make myself stop.“Oh my god,” I whispered over and over.“Griffin.” I heard myself moaning.Not him too.The news anchor went on.“The rocker was rushed to Good Samaritan hospital in critical condition.We’ll keep you updated on his condition.” The blond news woman paused and smiled before going on.“Is Kim Kardashing pregnant again? Find out after the break.”“He’s alive,” I said, wiping my face.Relief flooded through my body.He wasn’t dead.She’d said he was in critical condition.That wasn’t good, but it meant he wasn’t dead.“Griffin.” An irresistible need to go to him overtook me.I couldn’t explain why.Sure he’d saved me, in more ways than one.He’d prevented Chloe from killing me, but he’d also protected me from my doomed relationship with Reid.I wasn’t naïve.I knew Griffin was an asshole prone to fuck every girl he came in contact with, but at the moment none of that mattered.I had no intention of marrying him or even having a romantic relationship with him again.“I need to see him.” I used the coffee table to help myself stand, forgetting about my shoulder.When the weight of my body pressed against my wound I cried out.Cage helped me to my feet.“Careful, Dandelion.” He put his arm around my waist and helped me to the couch.“Take these.” He handed me the pain meds and the water.“Thank you.” I quickly swallowed the pills.Cage took the glass and placed it in the sink.Then sat beside me.“Are you sure it’s a good idea to travel three thousand miles to see Griffin? With your neck and your shoulder and the bigger issue.”I gave him a questioning glance.“Chloe didn’t act alone.The mastermind behind the killings is still out there.It seems like too much of a coincidence that Griffin has been shot suddenly.Someone wants you all dead.I don’t imagine he’s changed his mind about your need to die because Chloe failed.”“I know,” I agreed.“You’re right.” I turned to face Cage on the couch.“But I have to go anyway.”Cage’s face fell, but he nodded.I took his hand in mine.“It isn’t because I want to get back together with him.It doesn’t have to do with anything romantic or sexual.” I shook my head.“I really don’t understand my reasons, but I feel like if Griffin is going to survive this, he needs me to be there.” I laughed bitterly.“That probably sounds narcissistic.”Cage squeezed my hand.“I won’t pretend to get it, but I meant what I said last night.” He paused and I remembered his words.He’d said he loved me.We’d been having sex so I hadn’t put much weight into his words.Now though, as he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, I realized he meant what he said.My heart melted.Cage went on, “I’ll support you.If you feel like you need to go, then that’s what you’ll do.”I pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed the tips of his fingers.“Thank you,” I said, closing my eyes, wondering how I’d been so lucky to find a man like Cage.He leaned in, taking my face in his hands and kissing me.It was more urgent than last night, more needy.I responded as forcefully as I could, pushing my tongue in his mouth.“Dandelion,” he whispered, carefully kissing the bandage on my throat.Using my good arm, I yanked off his tee shirt, freeing his gorgeous upper body, and ran my fingers along his back.All I wore was one of his oversized tee shirts and a white thong.The shirt was white with Mets written across the front in navy blue.Cage’s fingers found my nipples.He pinched and teased until I moaned, arching into him.Pain from my shoulder radiated along my left side, but I ignored it.Cage pulled the shirt over my head so that I sat in front of him in only my thong.“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He brushed my bottom lip with his thumb.I believed him, but still felt a little insecure, especially since the doctor had said the cut on my neck would scar [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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