Her Double Delite Warriors (The Sinful 7 of Delite, Texas 3)

Chad opened the door and held it open.

“The smoke is cleared. It’s safe to come out.”

* * * *

“I’ve been here how long?” Alexa asked as Sally helped her to sit up.

“Three days, sweetie. The doctor said you’re in the clear.”

“Where’s Michael and Chad?” she asked as the door opened. Chad entered, carrying a large bouquet of flowers.

“Those are so pretty. Thank you,” she whispered.

Chad’s eyes widened in surprise that she was awake.

“Oh God, baby, are you okay? Should you be sitting up? Sally, did you call the doctor?” Chad carried on as he moved next to her side and leaned down to kiss her.

“Oh God, you feel so good,” she whispered back.

Sally rolled her eyes.

“We’ll leave you two alone.”

Alexa watched Sally and Susanna exit the room.

“You don’t feel too much pain, do you? They have stuff to give you. Just let me know and I’ll grab the nurse.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Calm down, Chad. I’m okay. I’m just a little dizzy, very tired, and achy. Other than that I’d say quite well, considering. Now where is Michael?”

Chad swallowed hard and turned away a moment. He placed his hand in his jeans pocket and stared at her.

“What’s wrong? He isn’t hurt, is he? Oh God, no one told me anything. He’s not dead?” she asked as the tears filled her eyes.

“God, no, baby. No, he’s alive. He’s just being—”

“He thinks he’s to blame for this?”

He took a deep breath and nodded.

“He is so crazy. Hasn’t anyone ever taken care of him before? Doesn’t he realize that he doesn’t have to take responsibility for everything that goes wrong? My God, does he seriously think that I would blame him for this?”

“Pretty much. He feels like he failed you when he should have been protecting you.”

“Is he out there?”

“Yeah. He’s talking with Virgo.”

“Get him in here please.”

She watched as Chad exited the room. She took a deep breath. Michael was so dominant, in charge, and commanding. She knew it was his military position, and she understood the seriousness of his job. She didn’t really care about any of that. She loved him. He helped her to heal and she was going to help him, too.

Michael entered the room, appearing concerned. She figured that Chad had to convince him to come see her.

“Get over here, soldier,” she demanded then took a deep breath as the pain in her arm throbbed.

“You shouldn’t be sitting up. You were shot for Christ’s sake.”