Teller
I situp and slide out of bed.
“Where are you going?” Charlotte asks. “You need to rest.”
“Can’t. If I fall asleep now, I won’t get up for at least a day. Rock will want all of us at the table. And I still need to see the doctor.” I lean over and kiss her cheek. “You can stay here, though.”
“Like hell.” She sits up and wrinkles her nose, glancing down. “Boy, you better have put a baby in me that time.”
I laugh so hard, I swear I rip my wound open wider. “That’s what you’re thinking about?”
Her smile fades. “I can’t help it.”
A sigh escapes me. I’m too exhausted to talk about this now.
Someone bangs on our bedroom door and Charlotte scoots off the bed, rushing to hide in the bathroom.
“Give me a minute,” I yell. Where the fuck are some pants? I find jeans in the closet and slip them on, then open the door.
Blake’s leaning against the frame. “Rock wants us downstairs.” His gaze drops to my side. “You see the doc yet?”
“No, Charlotte cleaned me up.”
He cranes his neck, searching the small bedroom. “Where is she?”
“Bathroom.” I jerk my thumb over my shoulder.
“She okay?” he asks in a low voice.
“Yeah.”
His smirk returns. “Swan and Bianca are, uh, taking turns helping Carter through the healing process.”
Charlotte pops out of the bathroom, running a brush through her long, damp hair. “I hope that’s not a euphemism for my brother’s having a three-way downstairs.”
“Definitely not,” Blake says. “Purely medical for the moment. Just saying, it might be headed in that direction, though.”
“Looks like that offer to stay at Rock and Hope’s will come in handy,” Charlotte says. “I don’t need to know about my brother’s intimate matters.”
I grab a shirt and my cut, then we follow Blake downstairs.
The clubhouse is a bit livelier now. Carla’s sour puss is nowhere to be seen.
“Is the doc even still here?” I ask Blake.
“Yeah. Carla’s helping him stitch Rooster, then it’s your turn.”
“Fucking great. I don’t want that bitch anywhere near me.”
“Heard she got mouthy with Hope.” Blake flashes an evil smile. “That’s why she’s sticking close to the doc now.”
Rock’s waiting near the war room doors. For the first time in a long time, he actually looks weary.
I stop next to him. “Do you need me to do anything?”
“Nah, this is going to be quick.”
Thank fuck.