Meggie frowned.
“You’re going to have to reconcile the fact that he will use his cock to stick in ass, pussy, and mouth–”
“Enough! If he hasn’t already had sex…why am I discussing my potato like he’s a piece of meat? What CJ does privately isn’t your concern.”
Had that conversation really happened a week ago?
Sighing, Meggie closed her eyes, willing her thoughts to stop jumping from one dislikable subject to the next before she lost her mind.
Huffing, Meggie called Narci, so he could wheel her back to the nursery. Just as before, she waved to the bikers in the space outside the doors, not stopping for conversation.
As before, she used her good hand to steer her IV pole. Unfortunately, Jo was asleep.
“I’d like to sit with her anyway,” she told the duty nurse. “Just for a little while.”
The woman glanced at Narci, standing at Meggie’s side like a warrior lord, then nodded at Meggie. “Of course, Mrs. Caldwell.”
Narci wheeled her closer to the rocking chair, then put the brakes on the wheelchair and lifted the footrests. “Do you need any help?”
“No.” Transferring herself to the rocker, Meggie held in her grunt and smiled. “Thank you.”
“Call me when you’re ready to return to your room, Meggie,” he said, then hesitated. “Uh, do you need anything else? Food?” He brushed his hair aside and pointed to his earbuds. “I can lend, uh, give these to you if you’d like to listen to music. Do you need a dance partner?”
She looked pointedly at her casts, and he paled.
“Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories. No insult was meant. I swear.” He gulped. “Do you need anything? Anything at all. Whatever it is.”
Him not acting like an idiot would work wonders. “For the pain to go away,” she said instead, “so I can better take care of my family.”
Unease flickered over Narci’s face, and he glanced over his shoulder before kneeling down and grabbing her hands. “You’ll tell Prez you wanted to come in here, won’t you?” he asked in a panicked tone. “I-I mean I-I didn’t want to deny you—”
Squinting, Meggie cocked her head to the side. “What’s happened?”
“Nothing,” Narci said quickly, too quickly. Standing, he dusted his jeans. “Not a thing. Everything’s brilliant.”
“Umkay,” she said, not believing him. She’d discover the truth eventually. “And, yes, I’ll be sure to tell Christopher you didn’t kidnap me and force me to visit Jo.”
His laughter resembled a nervous donkey’s. “Good one, Meggie. I never knew you to be so hilarious.”
“Ummmmhmmmm.” Meggie pasted a smile on her lips and beckoned the biker closer.
He bent.
“Who did Christopher kill?” she whispered.
“What? K-k-k-kill? Why do you think…? Is it because of the way I’m acting? I’ve been so overwhelmed with worry for you. To see you awake and walking, uh, wheeling,being wheeled, uh, warms my heart.”
Meggie narrowed her eyes. “Who was it?”
Narci gulped. “I don’t know what you mean, Meggie. Mrs. Caldwell. M-ma’am.”
“You know exactly what I mean,” she snapped, then waved her hand, indicating he stand. “You’re acting like a jackass,” she whisper-yelled. “Which isn’t your normal behavior.”
Shifting his weight, he winced. “Can I ask you to let Outlaw tell you?”
“Did he say not to tell me?”
“No,” Narci admitted, and shifted. “I’d just prefer to let him handle it.”
