He could see them living a normal life. Davis going to school and making friends his own age. Eve helping him with homework and girls. There’d be a dog, and laughs, and love. All the things he wanted for them but couldn’t give.
“Well, that was entertaining as fuck. Who knew Eve packed a shit ton of sass in those curves?” Grant backhanded him across the bicep. “If you blow your shot, and she turns you down after this is over, think she’ll be open to going on a date with me?”
Adam pegged the instigator with a threatening glare. “I’m not opposed to shooting you in the face, Kincaid.”
Grant laughed and held up both palms. “Duly noted, Mr. Bossy Pants.”
Adam’s scowl deepened. “Why are we on the porch, asshole?”
“Two things. Diane Heughan has been lighting Jay up. She wants to talk to you, and she wants it to be now.”
“Not happening. What else have you got?”
“Dax O’Reilly called.”
“And?”
In between blinks, Grant went from an easy-go-lucky pain in the sphincter to a pissed-off killer in a vintage Batman T-Shirt. “Eve’s in more danger than we thought.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX
“This looks good,”Doc said as he peeled the gauze from Eve’s abdomen.
Semi-reclined on the exam table, she held Adam’s Henley in her fist to keep it clear of her wound. “Yeah, thanks for the extra stitches by the way.” She’d seen plenty of clients post surgery and could recognize when a surgeon took his or her time. More stitches meant a smoother scar, and she appreciated the effort. “Ten per inch?”
He grinned and tossed the medical waste into the garbage. “Twelve.”
She did the mental math for a six-inch cut. “Seventy-two?”
“Seventy-four.”
“Impressive. That should leave a nice scar.”
“As opposed to an ugly one?”
She shrugged her shoulder and grinned back at him. “Pretty much.”
“Did you finish the amoxicillin?”
“Yep.”
“Any tenderness?” Fingers ensconced in blue latex, he gently pressed around her belly searching for any pockets of infection.
“Nope.”
“Residual fever?”
“Nope.”
“Would you tell me if there were?”
Eve laughed. “Yep.” She liked Jamie Snow. He had a great bedside manner, and even though he had a gun strapped to his waist, he put her at ease. Plus, with his long dirty-blond hair tied back in a man bun, his clear blue eyes, and fine form, Doc was easy on the peepers. “Adam said you were a military surgeon.”
“Former Special Forces Medical Sergeant.”
“Army Green Beret?”
Surprise had him lifting his chin to meet her gaze.
