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“Because you can’t drive, and I am not taking you anywhere, until you can walk around, say two to three weeks, maybe longer.”
“So, I am your captive?” I looked at him incredulously.
“If that’s what you want to call it.” He was smirking; he’s a poop-dribbler.
“Where am I to stay?”
“Here.’ He waved his hand around the room.
“In my room.” Definitely poop.
“Really, then I need the contents of my car, all of it,” I said, hoping that when he sees what’s in the car, he will change his mind.
Gunner pulled out his phone and called someone named ‘Loser,’ instructing him to have the contents of the car brought to his room. I couldn’t believe it; he didn’t know a thing about me.
“What hospital were you headed to?” He asked, as he dropped the towels into a hamper that I hadn’t noticed, and turned, moving into the walk-in robe, naked, eye candy, yup, that’s eye candy, even from the back.
“Lucky I am on holiday, or this would have been a bummer. I will be starting at Clearwater Hospital. I was intending to contact the person in charge of ED tomorrow and get a tour and a feel of the place.” I have the contact information for a woman named Karen, forwarded to me, with the suggestion that I meet the supervisor before I start. Carmel didn’t specify how soon I should contact this Karen.
“Bluey, lovely woman, one of ours, you will meet her tonight at dinner.” He had this smug look on his face, and I wanted to wipe it right off, but I didn’t know how. A knock at the door had Gunner taking three long strides, opening it, and three lads walked in, carrying the contents of my car.
“Put them over there. Is that the lot?” Gunner pointed to a corner of the room.
“No, one more trip. Looks like her whole home was in that car,” Loser, I assumed, replied.
“Cora?” Gunner looked at me in question.
“Yes, I told you, maybe you were in too much pain to hear me at the time. I am starting at the Clearwater hospital.” I didn’t want to give him too much; he was already pushing my boundaries.
I am usually not this open to strangers.
But having just saved his life, I feel responsible for him, in a weird kind of way.
It doesn’t make sense.
I still don’t trust him, or this place is filled with so many men.
Men have shown me they can’t be trusted, look at my dad, or my ex, but then look at my so-called best friend, the only person I can trust is me, and then my judgments have been so bad, maybe I can’t trust me either.
No, don’t spiral down that rabbit hole. I trust Karen; she never lied to me. There, see, I found someone I trust.
Keep it together. Girl.
You got this, own who you are, stay focused on where you are headed.
Don’t let this eye candy take you away from your goals.
I watched as all the contents came into the room, and Gunner didn’t even blink at the amount of stuff I had.
“Find a change of clothes, and I will help you with a shower, or I can give you something of mine.” Gunned pointed to the last bag placed on the bed, my overnight bag, which I had in the front seat, containing the clothes I was changing into each night.
Is he mad?
Something of his?
He’s like six-four, maybe more. No way would his clothes fit me. I rolled my eyes at the thought as I hobbled closer to my bag and unzipped it, pulling out clean clothes. I have another bag full of dirty ones, and I need to get them washed.
The moment I had made the choice, I found myself being swooped up in Gunner’s arms and marched to the bathroom, which was still wet from his shower. He lowered me to stand the best I could and began undressing me.
“Hey, I can do this. Get out.” I tried to push his hands away and lose balance, Gunner grabbing me around the waist to stop me from falling.
“Stop fighting me, you can’t get those stitches wet, woman. I am doing this whether you like it or not. In second thoughts, keep fighting, it’s turning me on.” I looked down and saw what he meant. I froze.
Cora POV
I thought it would take me a bit to fall asleep in a strange bed, with a stranger, but I didn’t; I fell asleep faster than at the motels I had stopped at along the way. I woke to find myself lying on Gunner, my leg over his legs, and my head on his chest, drool glistening on his chest.
Gross.
