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Luna lifted a brow as if also wanting an answer to Sebastian’s question while I wrestled the sweatpants on her. “Why the hell are these so tight?”
“Leggings,” Luna and Sebastian said in stereo.
I continued to battle with the stretchy material. “They are the fucking worst, is what they are.”
“You obviously haven't seen how good my ass looks in them.”
I pinched her ass, and the woman yelped, a tinge of rouge touching her cheeks.
This formidable woman blushing? She must be sick.
By some miracle, I managed to get the leggings secured around her waist. Luna placed a hand on my chest to steady herself, her pupils dilating as if trying to focus on me.
A strand of auburn hair fell across her flushed face. My fingers brushed it aside, and a zing coursed through me at the touch.
Luna swallowed hard.
I held my breath as her eyes locked on mine. Then she shoved me. Not hard enough to rock me backwards but hard enough to break the spell.
She glanced over her shoulder at Sebastian. “Protect my job site. I don't want anything else to get stolen.”
When she turned back to face me her eyes bulged, and her face turned green.
Uh-oh.
Luna scrambled off the bed and back into the bathroom, back to the spot we’d found her in.
CHAPTER12
Luna
A monitor beepedfrom somewhere in the room.
My eyelids fluttered open and there, across from me, slept Beck Bennet. His figure slumped in a chair that was painfully small for his big frame.
My tongue slid across the front of my teeth, which were feeling fuzzy from lack of brushing.
Gross.
The memories of earlier returned in full force: puking up every last ounce of bile in my body. Beck finding me crouched in front of the porcelain goddess of a toilet I splurged on because I needed a fancy Japanese machine to help keep my lady bits clean while on my period.
I vividly remembered telling myselfnotto puke on the buttery leather seats as Darnell maneuvered expertly through Brooklyn’s mid-morning traffic to the nearest hospital.
The drive nearly made me lose consciousness, my head splintering apart in pain despite Beck’s attempts to shield me from light and sound.
In my haze, I overheard Beck whispering sternly, relaying messages to whoever was on the other end of the line.
When we arrived at the hospital, Beck didn’t bother waiting for anyone to greet us at the emergency room door. No, the man swept me up in his arms, cradling me next to his firm chest as he whispered sweet affirmations to me, promising to take care of me.
The beeps grew louder, my pulse quickening at the memory. That was the last thing Icouldremember.
Beck stirred, an eye popping open to scan the scene. Seeing me staring at him, he immediately roused. He was on his feet in a blink, swallowing the distance between us. “You’re awake.”
I blinked. “Obviously.”
His gaze swept down my body in a way that didn’t feel like he was checking me out. No, it felt entirely like he was making sure no new injury or ailment had befallen me.
I waved him off. “I’m better now.”
