my scratchy throat, I sipped the tea, finding it surprisingly good. I’d never cared for tea before. I took another sip as they spoke quietly to each other. Then I wondered if the tea was good for the baby.
Shit, I have so much to learn.
“Snow wants me to show you to a room so you can try to rest,” Tasha said, pulling my attention from the cup in front of me.
“I doubt I can sleep.” I raised my eyes to Soap. “Is he….” I couldn’t finish my sentence.
“He’s going to be okay. Through and through, and shallow entry for the other. Just a lot of blood and probably hurts like a motherfucker. He passed out. That bastard is too tough to go that easy,” Soap said with a smirk that I didn’t really understand. Relief flooded me at the news.
“Can I see him?” I tentatively asked.
“Let me go ask Prez. I’ll be back.” He gave Tasha’s tit one last squeeze, kissed the side of her head, and left. Her cheeks were again rosy red, and she was chewing on her bottom lip.
“You like him?” I asked curiously. Then I realized that sounded a little juvenile and wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry, that was a nosy and childish thing to ask.”
She chuckled. “I can see why you didn’t stay at the Shamrock. You’re too damn sweet.”
I snorted. “Not hardly.”
She raised a doubtful brow, then shot a quick glance over her shoulder in the direction Soap had taken. “He’s really a sweet guy, but don’t tell him I said that. Except, he’d never see me as more than what I am.”
Sorrow etched her brow, and I wanted to ask her why she thought that, but we didn’t know each other like that. She stood when she saw Soap approaching behind Snow.
“Can I see him?” I anxiously asked as I scrambled to my feet before they’d stepped through the kitchen entryway.
“Yeah, but he’s pretty sedated. Apollo gave him something so he could fish out the lead and get him sewed up. After you see him, I’d like to talk to you for a second, then we’ll show you where you can sleep.” Snow towered over me as he studied me. I nodded. As long as I got to see with my own two eyes that he was okay, I’d agree to almost anything.
“Thanks, Tash,” he said, dismissing her as he motioned for me to follow him. I folded the papers up and shoved them in the pocket of my hoodie.
We made a couple of turns in the dimly lit corridors before he knocked briefly on a door and pushed it open. There was a guy with blond hair and a black hoodie messing with an IV bag. He looked over at us as we moved into the room.
Decker looked pale as hell, and I had to watch closely for the rise and fall of his chest. Ignoring the rest of them, I pushed my way over to him to grab his hand in mine.
“Decker, oh my God, I’m so sorry this happened to you. Please be okay. Please God, let him be okay.” I’d never been one for prayer, but I hoped and prayed with everything in me that he would make it through this. Not only because I wanted my baby to have a father, but because I really cared about him.
In the few short weeks since that first night, he’d invaded so many of my thoughts and dreams. He’d been kind to me when he didn’t have to, both when I wrecked my car and when he held me because I was scared. Then he rescued me and got me to safety at his own peril.
“He really needs some rest,” Snow said from over my shoulder.
“Can I stay in here?” I asked, looking up at him.
He snorted a laugh. “I don’t think that will be very comfortable.”
“I don’t care,” I replied, giving him a pleading glance. The thought of him being alone didn’t sit right with me. He’d risked so much for me.
“Yeah, well if he comes to and realizes I let you stay here instead of going to a real bed, he’ll kick my ass,” Snow said with humor in his tone. Glancing at him, I studied the salt-and-pepper of his beard, the laugh lines by his eyes. He and Decker looked like they could be close in age, so I assumed they’d been friends for some time. They were obviously close enough that Decker trusted him and his club