Sultry (Bad Boy Rockers 3)

“That will work,” I agree.

Taking another piece of cornbread, I scoop up some more chilli with it and catch Callie watching me. As I’m shoving it in my mouth, she grins.

Is there something wrong with it?

“You’re really enjoying that,” Callie states.

“I sure am, and not because I haven’t eaten since sometime yesterday. This really is good and you’ve no idea how much I appreciate you cooking this for me.”

“Hey, she’s my girl. She cooked it for me.”

Callie rolls her eyes. “Reece, just eat and stay out of trouble.”

“I thought you liked my kind of trouble.”

“I do.” She gives him a look, which has his eyes narrowing.

I chuckle.

Pushing my plate away, I stretch and standing up, look to the girls. “Thanks for that.”

“You’re welcome.”

Callie comes and hugs me followed by Thalia. “Take care of yourself.”

“I will.”

The guys hug and kiss their women before we all trudge outside to the trucks to take me back to the hospital and my girl.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mara

The pain in my arm is manageable at the moment so while I can handle it I’m refusing anything stronger because I don’t want to be out of it when Donovan gets back here.

I’ve eaten all my lunch because I was so hungry, and I’m not sure why people complain about hospital food because that wasn’t too bad. I’m just glad my mom has finally gone for a walk to the shop to get me something fizzy and some chocolate. My sweet tooth is calling.

I’m trying to concentrate on the magazine that Mom brought me, but I’m just not in the mood and I feel restless. I know what I’m restless for and that is for Donovan to get back here. I know he needed some rest and proper food, but I just want him here. I’m really trying not to be too clingy with him, but I feel as though something is missing when we’re not together.

Looking towards the opening door to my room, my heart flutters hoping it’s Donovan then drops to my toes when I see Sarah.

“Can I come in?”

“I guess.”

Sarah looks nervous as she approaches my bed with her hands flexing around the straps of her purse.

She sits in the chair beside me.

“How are you feeling?”

Does she really care?

I answer her anyway, “Not too bad.”

“Good. Good.”

We sit in silence for a few minutes. I can’t help hoping that Mom will get back soon to save me and I’ve no idea what Sarah’s thinking about.