Scars of Yesterday (Sons of Templar MC #8) - Anne Malcom Page 0,96
ambulance minutes out,” the other voice clipped. Bull. At least I thought so. A lot of these men had low, alpha male-type rasps. The pounding in my head and the ringing in my ears made it hard for me to differentiate.
“Lizzie?” Kace asked. “Can you open your eyes?”
He was worried. I could hear that in his voice. I could hear everything in his voice.
My vision was blurry at first. It was painful to blink. There was something wet and warm on my head. Blood, I deduced. A blinding headache, the fact that I’d been in a car wreck.
Kace was right in my face, hands on my neck, pale, terrified.
“I’m okay,” I mumbled, trying to move.
His hands tightened. “No, baby. We’re gonna wait for the paramedics before we do anythin’ like that.”
Sirens came closer, the pounding in my head getting worse.
“You need to tell me where it hurts,” he demanded with urgency.
I wasn’t sure how damaged my car was, but his voice told me it was bad. I could see shards of glass scattered around me.
“My head hurts,” I groaned, taking stock of the rest of my body. Nothing seemed broken. I could feel my legs, wiggle my toes.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re gonna have a headache for a spell,” Kace said gently.
“I’m okay otherwise, I think.” My stomach clenched. “The kids? Where are they?”
Kace’s hands went to my cheek, gently cupping it. “They’re fine. Mia is with them. She’s making them ice cream for breakfast.”
I smiled weakly. “Of course she is.”
I didn’t ask how Kace and Bull got here so quickly, how they’d known I’d crashed or how they’d gotten Mia to our place already. It was part of the alpha male magic.
Or maybe I was concussed.
The sirens were deafening now. Then they shut off. Bull came closer, eyes on me then Kace. “Brother, you need to step back, let them do their job.”
Kace’s eyes turned to granite. He didn’t move. People in uniforms stood beside Bull. I recognized most of them. Not surprising. The town was small. Though I couldn’t find their names right now.
“Kace, honey, you’ve got to move,” I said gently. “I’m okay, promise.”
His jaw turned hard. “You fucking better be.”
Something in his voice caught me then.
It was the alpha male determination.
Somehow, I’d found myself in another Sons of Templar courtship.
Chapter 16
After being checked over at the hospital with Kace hovering—he refused to stay in the waiting room, the staff had done this dance many times before, so they just let him through—I was discharged a couple of hours after they brought me in.
A concussion, two stitches in my head. Apparently, I was lucky, considering the state of my car. Which I did not want to think about in that moment. I had insurance. It was good coverage. But I needed a car.
Ranger’s truck was in the garage as it had been since he’d last driven it. I hadn’t been able to bring myself to drive it. Definitely hadn’t been able to bring myself to sell it.
Sometimes, in the darkest of times, I’d gotten out of bed in the middle of the night to sit in there. It still smelled of him. In amongst the musk and stale air. But only if I kept it closed up, didn’t indulge in sitting in there often, only when the need was dire. It was the last thing I had of him.
If I opened it up and drove it around, it wouldn’t smell of him anymore.
But I couldn’t think about that. Not now. The drugs they gave me were good at making the exterior and interior pain disappear.
Kace was always close. Always touching me. It was nice. I grateful for the pills since without them, I would’ve likely found a way to feel wrong about Kace. Being taken care of, protected, lusted after. It was meant to be a bad thing.
The drugs didn’t make it feel bad. Not at all.
They made it feel normal. Natural. Easy.
They also made me feel like I’d just come from a spa and not a car wreck, so they weren’t exactly to be trusted.
Olive had rushed over after I’d called her, calmly telling her what happened and trying to discourage her from getting in her car. I was obviously unsuccessful, presumably because Olive was a nurse who could care for someone on heavy drugs, and also because she’d lost her son and needed to see with her own eyes that I was okay.
What I didn’t need her to see with her own eyes was Kace. Even in