To Save Sir (Doms of Decadence 7)

He froze.

When was the last time he’d heard her laugh?

“Everything okay?” the sheriff asked, breaking his stillness.

“Yeah, fine.” He walked around the corner, jealousy filling him. Who was causing her to laugh like that?

“Remember, you promised no trouble,” the sheriff warned.

He shot him a look and then turned, seeing her sitting next to Travis. He said something else, and she laughed again then winced, as though in pain.

Curt stormed forward, worry filling him. “What are you doing here?”

“Smooth, man,” Travis told him as Jenna looked up at him, her eyes filling with hurt. “Real smooth.”

She slowly got to her feet, and it was obvious it took some effort. Her face was pale, her clothing rumpled and ripped from where she’d fallen. He couldn’t understand what she was doing here. If she’d been discharged from the hospital she should at least be home resting.

“Don’t worry, I’m going home now.” That hurt look had turned into anger, her beautiful blue eyes sparkling as she gave him a withering look.

“Wait, Jenna. I didn’t mean it like that.”

She raised her eyebrows. “Then what did you mean? Obviously, you didn’t expect to see me, you didn’t want me to be here waiting for you, worrying that you were okay.”

She’d worried about him? Why the hell would she worry about him when she was the one who was injured?

He took too long answering as she started shuffling her way with slow steps towards the entrance.

“Man, we need to work on your approach with the ladies, because that couldn’t have gone worse.”

“Not unless she punched him in the nose,” the sheriff, who he’d forgotten was behind him, stated. “And then half the station would have cheered her on.”

“Only half?” Travis asked.

The sheriff shrugged. “All right, the whole station.”

“She should be in the hospital, obviously she’s injured.” He glared at Travis who held his hands up.

“Don’t look at me. I chased after that asshole who knocked her over, tackled him to the ground, and dragged him all the way here, only to be told you’d been arrested. By the time I spoke to Jake here, to plead your case, Jenna was sitting in the waiting room.”

“Did she even go to the hospital to get checked out?” Curt asked.

Travis shrugged. “She said she didn’t need to. Something about being a doctor and knowing the difference between being injured and just dinged up.”

Dinged up? Dinged up?

“That’s unacceptable. She should have gotten care.” Someone should have insisted she go to the hospital. What the hell were the men in this town thinking? Suddenly, he realized she’d already left. He strode after her, Travis matching his steps.

“You should have picked her up, put her in your car, and driven her to the hospital yourself.”

“She’s a client, not my sub,” Travis said mildly. “I can’t make her do something she doesn’t want to do. And neither can you.”

Oh yeah? Just watch me.

Arrogant asshole. Jerk. Bastard.

Damned if she knew what she’d been doing there. As if she didn’t have better things to do with her time than sit there waiting for him to be released from jail. She still couldn’t believe he’d punched Logan and Duncan. And he’d been here for all of two seconds.

She had about a million other things she could be doing, including going home, getting out of her torn clothes, and having a long soak. Now that was just what the doctor ordered.