I woke up expecting to feel Dannyâs body so I snuggle closer only to be met with bed sheets. My eyes flutter open taking in my surroundings. The curtains in Dannyâs room are black-out curtains, I couldnât see anything if it werenât for a small light coming from a desk lamp. The memories of early morning sex hit me and I smile. I gave Danny all of me a few hours ago and I bite my lip instantly feeling over the moon thinking about it.
I stretch my legs and I feel the soreness between my thighs. I look down at my waist and I can see bruises forming where my hips are. His handprints settle in like a tattoo that will be erased with time.
His monstrous size compared to my short frame, it was to be expected.
I reach over and look for my phone. I found it on his nightstand. I need to get back to my room and go through the disaster that someone caused in my room. And I had a pretty good guess who it was.
Even though Danny had people clean up I wanted to look through the wreckage. I filed a police report so everything was documented.
I want proof before I start accusing Shane. I know heâs my toxic ex-boyfriend but would he take it this far? And on a military post? I had my doubts about Shane but I mean⦠who else could it have been? Who else would want to target and cause harm to me? What if I was there in my room alone when the intruder came in and not at work? I shuttered at that thought, ice-cold fear radiating inside of me.
Would they have hurt me?
?
I catch up on missed text messages from my mother and Lori. I remembered Danny never answered my question about my brother. We got distracted and he ended up inside of me instead. Thereâs no way Kane meant it exactly the way he said it. Kane was probably just all riled up from Rooker almost dying. And it was an intense moment. Still, I need to know what he meant.
I need time alone yet a bigger part of me wants our bodies to be entangled in each other all day and night⦠round after round. As the memories from this morning wave in, Iâm aching from the painful and life-altering sex but at the same time. Iâm addicted and I want more.
Itâs such an unbelievable feeling. Iâm changed now. I feel different, and I feel tied to him. And that scares the hell out of me. I feel like every time I show Danny I care about him, he pulls away. And every time I pull away from him, heâs right there. I didnât want to push him too far with questions surrounding the title of our relationship now. Were we just losing ourselves in each other with no strings attached? Were we lovers? Were we together, together? Heâs made it clear to me time and time again, he doesnât tie himself to anyone.
My phone buzzes in my hands as Iâm contemplating our relationship. Itâs from Lori. Theyâre calling me back into work and I need to be there within half an hour.
On my day off. Another shift. Great. I sigh frustrated as I reply.
I toss my phone on the nightstand. I reach for my scrubs. I rub my eyes attempting to shake the slumber off my lids. I walk over to where I had left my scrubs and found them in Dannyâs chair instead, neatly folded. I smile, putting my clothes back on starting with my underwear. That was a kind gesture from him. I ruffle out my pants, sliding them on swiftly. I need to get to the hospital soon. Questions swirling in my head.
I donât even have time to shower. Great. Iâll shower right after work. I usually shower after every shift as soon as I get back to my room but this time it was different. Kaneâs outburst threw me off and I just felt like I had to get the hell away from everything and everyone.
I managed to put my uniform back on when I hear Dannyâs front door close shut and a short yelp escapes me. I whip my body around, my long black hair flying across my other shoulder, to find Danny turning on the lights next to his bedroom door, looking at me startled.
My heart pounds in my chest, I let out a deep sigh clutching onto my chest with both hands. Iâm so jumpy and on edge since the incident in my room.
âOh my gosh, Iâm sorry, you scared me.â I breathe.
Danny stands there smirking. Leaning on the door, eyeing me up and down.
âLeaving so soon Cherry?â He asks, crossing his arms and Iâm blushing. His muscles flex through his black shirt. Every time he talks, I fucking melt into nothing but desire. Heâs dressed differently from earlier. Heâs wearing dark grey sweatpants and vans. He looks⦠relaxed. Which is rare.
I grab my hair tie, pulling my hair in a ponytail.
âYeah, my co-worker just texted me that I need to come in. Iâm guessing thereâs an emergency⦠Whereâd you go by the way?â
He stills.
âI donât sleep well and I donât actually with anyone, afterward. I leave when the feeling is done. I donât let it be more than it is.â Danny says, looking down at his feet.
My heart sinks. He wonât sleep with me but heâll fuck me into oblivion?
âButâ¦â He continues. âThis is also a first for me, Ari. Youâre not sleeping anywhere but in my arms tonight. I wonât let you go back to your room where I canât protect you. Someone did that to spite you.â I swallow. I canât help but feel blissfully radiant that tonight will be âPlus Iâve been getting phone calls nonstop with work. I went out for a smoke and to meet with the team. Kane and Lopez want to drink before we go.â He holds up a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey in his hand. âI have a lot of shit on my mind. Iâm heading back out soon.â Danny purses his lips together and I have a strong feeling he wants to tell me more but refrains himself from giving me more information. He takes a swig of the bottle and I watch his Adamâs apple bob.
I know better than to ask why or what he was going to be doing, so I didnât try and pry Danny for more. Paul never disclosed any details of his deployments. He couldnât. And I know Danny canât either. I would just have to trust whatever he could say.
âHow soon?â
âTomorrow. Early morning tomorrow.â
My heart sinks and Iâm immediately devastated.
âOh okay. How long?â I hope Iâm not coming off as needy. At the same time, I just want to be prepared for the answer. Would I even still be here when he returned? I have about less than two months to go before I returned to North Carolina. I donât know how long Danny would be staying in Iraq and that bothers me. I donât want to be home if he isnât there.
âI donât know Cherry. It all depends. I could be back in a few days⦠or in a few weeks, months even.â
I frown.
âAre you even cleared by Doctor Diaz? You have a bad injury that can prevent you from performing your job. If you ask me, youâre not ready to go back out. But what do I know? Iâm just a nurse that works with him.â I say, trying to slip past him but he stops me in his tracks, grabbing my arm.
âBaby, you know damn well this paper cut is not stopping me from anything.â Then he leans in my ear and I hold my breath.
âIt didnât prevent me from breaking into you and making you scream.â He whispers, so greedy.
My jaw drops and Iâm narrowing my eyes at him. Iâm full of fireflies, buzzing around me in a meadow full of lust. Heâs smirking and my lips curve into a small smile. I shake my head and walk away from him. He doesnât let go of my arm, he pulls me in closer and plants a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes, enjoying his lips brushing against me. I stand there for a few seconds, enjoying the short exchange.
âYouâre out of your mind.â
He laughs.
âYou have no idea⦠but His iniquitous words roll out off tongue as he drinks more whiskey and Iâm studying him. My heart stops and Iâm desperate to know what he means.
âIâve never been a whiskey type of girl,â I whisper as I watch him drink.
He stills and his blue eyes darken. He holds his breath and drops the whiskey bottle to his side.
Suddenly, he kisses me, pushing himself against me, crashing devastatingly on my lips and Iâm instantly lost from the collision. He pries my mouth open and I feel the dark taste of whiskey, burn into my throat. Sweet and hard, he empties his drink inside me as my tastebuds erupt. I swallow it all, as his tongue travels deeper inside. The sensation of what heâs doing to me has me arching my back as his hand snakes to my hips, pushing me closer to his chest.
He really is out of his mind.
He spit whiskey in my mouth and Iâm howling.
âAre you sure about that, little Angel?
like you will with my come when I fuck that perfect throat of yours.â Danny licks his lips, leaning back against the wall. He finally lets me go and he watches me walk away. Iâm completely bashful as I bite my lip. I grab the handle of the door and turn around to face him.
âIâll see you tonight.â He tells me.
And I know itâs not a question. Heâs not asking to see me. Every time he says something, he means it.
âI donât know when Iâm off work. It could be well into the night.â
âIt doesnât matter, Iâll wait. Iâve got time.â He quirks a brow. Dannyâs tone shifts and heâs being protective, maybe even territorial over me.
âIâll see you soon, then.â I nod before exiting his room, closing the door behind me softly. I trust Danny. If Paul trusted him I can too. I never hesitate to listen to him.
Hell, I donât want to be in my room either, alone. Iâd rather be in Dannyâs arms. I start to speed walk my way to the hospital. Heâs going to be leaving very soon and I wonât see him again for a while.
Although, I canât help but feel as if Danny is trying to avoid the conversation that lingers above both of our heads.
.
I try to shake out of those thoughts, I need to clear my mind before I start treating people in the ER. I couldnât be thinking about anything worrisome while doing my job. I start to ponder why Doctor Diaz was calling me into work so promptly. He never does that. There must be something going on at the hospital. Something bad. Then my mind goes to the worst, I rush into the hospital, jogging. If something happened to Rooker, Iâm not sure how Danny will take it. To lose two good friends within a year. Iâm sure it wouldnât be good and I know for a fact, heâs a drinker. I canât confirm heâs an alcoholic but that alcohol collection at his house was massive. Then seeing him get drunk at the bar was an insight into what Iâm dealing with when it comes to Danny.
I push through the doors into the ICU. Running towards Rookersâ room. Panting hard as I knock on the door and thereâs no answer. My heart sinks. Maybe heâs sleeping. I gently push the door open to find another nurse, cleaning the bed sheets, and putting in fresh ones. No Rooker in sight.
Oh no.
. Thereâs no way they would move him from ICU so soon. It could only meanâ¦
âAri, you okay?â Edward asks me. Heâs an army nurse that Iâve worked with on several occasions. I hadnât noticed but my hand was shaking, still holding onto the door knob, a tear slipping out of my eye.
âWhat happened to Rooker? He was stable when I last saw him? How could? He was stable, dammit! He was okay, his vitals wereââ I start to frantically ramble, my voice trembling, tripping over my words.
âRooker is fine Ari, calm down. Theyâre transferring him to Germany. Heâs on a plane right now as we speak. Closer to home. That man was persistent about being transferred out of here,â Edward cuts me off before I can ramble on further, he begins to walk towards me, putting his hands on my shoulders consoling me. I let out a sigh of relief, wiping my tear away. My heart rate starts to go to an even pace and I feel like a ton of weight is lifted off my shoulder. The downside of being a nurse⦠you never want to see a patient die on you.
âYou know Navy SEALS, stubborn as hell,â Edward adds with a reassuring smile. I blink, taking deep breaths in. This job stresses me out so badly. But itâs so rewarding.
âWell, thatâs good. Iâm sure his wifeâs on her way to Germany.â I say to Edward. He pats my shoulder and then releases me.
âSo why are Doctor Diaz and Lori rushing me to come back to work on my day off? I mean I donât mind, Iâm just curious. Are we understaffed?â I ask, my eyebrows raising.
âAri, when are we not understaffed?â Edward asks me sarcastically. He chuckles before continuing, âBut no thatâs not technically it, itâs because of a patient we have. Her name is Violet Redd. She was taken hostage by a terrorist organization and she was rescued and brought from a different hospital. Sheâs a medic for the army, suffered through a Humvee crash, and kidnapping. She was .â
I gasp, throwing my hand to my mouth. Her story registers in my head and Iâm in shambles. This poor woman.
Then my mind goes to the darkest possibilities of what that could entail. Tortured by terrorists⦠I shiver as I feel the complete devastation of what Violet must have gone through.
âNow, she wonât let any male nurse touch her or help with anything, or even get near her. She wonât let Doctor Diaz go into the room without becoming violent because heâs a male. She only feels comfortable around females. Female nurses or doctors and Loriâs shift is up. So⦠they called you in.â Edward explains.
I nod, looking into Edwardâs deep brown eyes. He looks tired and contemplative. His eyes were studying me, his eyebrows raised with his forehead making little wrinkles. We all look like this after we start our shifts. Iâm letting it all soak in and I try my best to remember all the parts of the psychiatric portions of nursing school. How would I approach this situation? I think the best way to approach her was to think of her as the biological sister I never had. Patience, understanding, gentleness, and no sudden movements.
âWow⦠I totally understand. Iâm more than happy to help⦠I mean Iâll do my best but I canât even fathom what sheâs feeling right now.â I tell Edward.
Edward purses his lips together, nervously. Iâm sure nobody knows how to be there for Violet. If sheâs in the ICU, she must have had almost life-ending injuries. I shiver. I leave Edward with a silent nod and I stop by the main ER desk as I usually do before my shift starts. I drop my backpack underneath the desk, sit down, and quickly log into the system.
âAhem,â Lori pretends to clear her throat before continuing. Sheâs eyeing me suspiciously.
âWhatâs that I see on your neck?â Lori questions me close to my ear. Iâm still looking at the computer screen but I canât hide the redness that burns into my cheeks and I know Iâm blushing hard. Iâm shaking.
Crap I totally forgot that Danny sucked on my neck.
âNothingâ¦â I lie before turning to her, my pitch high and unconvincing. She looks at me like she doesnât believe me and sheâs trying to figure me out.
âMhmâ¦â Lori taps her fingers on the counter, smirking.
âCan I borrow some concealer?â I concede to her mental accusations.
âI knew it.â Her smirk turns into a bright smile. She starts reaching into her purse.
âShut up,â I whisper, trying my hardest not to attract any attention from the staff around us. I stand up and sheâs smiling at me giddy the entire time. I follow her to an empty hallway. She hands me the concealer even though our shades donât match but it would do the job for me.
âWho is it? Oh my God, itâs not Shane is it?â She gasps, instantly narrowing her eyes at me disappointed.
âWhat? No! That ship has sailed and sank to the point of no return.â Iâm applying the concealer with my fingers to my neck, using my phone screen as a mirror.
âGood. Oh yeah, did you hear? Theyâre sending him home since he canât physically do his job anymore because of his broken hand.â Lori shrugs.
âHuh⦠pity,â I say sarcastically. This makes me feel more at ease. If he was the one to destroy my room, it gives me comfort knowing he wonât be anywhere near me anymore.
âWhen?â I ask Lori as she watches me apply the makeup to my neck.
âTomorrow.â
The concealer covered up the love marks Danny gave me. I hand Lori her concealer back.
âSo who was it, bitch? You gotta tell me. Oh my gosh, was it Doctor Diaz? I wouldnât blame you, heâs a tall drink of sexy.â She exclaims, twirling her brown hair.
âGirl no⦠and Iâm not telling. I donât even know what he and I are.â I softly say, hiding behind my curtain bangs. I wasnât lying either. I didnât know what Danny and I were now. Not long ago, we were strangers. Then he was distancing himself from me, and now⦠he was deep inside of me not too long ago.
âFine. But when you do find out, you gotta tell me all about Mr. Hickey over here.â
âI will. Now, I donât mean to change the subject but howâs Violet Redd? The patient that was a hostage? Howâs she doing?â
Lori shakes her head, her smile fading.
âNot good. Sheâs having a hard time, physically and mentally. Her eyes were almost completely shut from bruising. She can barely see in one eye. Her vision hasnât fully come back yet but it will. Her face is finally healing from all the bruising, she was raped, and the fuckers broke her ribs. She had internal bleeding but the other hospital staff were able to stop it with surgery. Sheâs been through a lot. Sheâs stable but her mental state is not good. Sheâs scared all the time and wonât really talk. When Doctor Diaz tried to examine her, she started screaming at him and almost got violent so no males enter her room now. She let me into her room with no problem and was cooperative when I administered her medications and IV but other than that she wonât talk to me or anyone.â
I nod, digesting every single word. Raped? Broken ribs? Internal bleeding? Surgery? This poor woman.
Lori guides me to her room in the ICU. It doesnât take us long to get there. Itâs about one minute away from where we were standing. The glass door allows me to get a peak and Violet is asleep. I can see her vitals on the monitor and she looks stable. Her face is still a bit red and purple and I just want to cry looking at her. Sheâs in a hospital gown covered in hospital blankets. I look at Lori and Iâm nervous to walk in.
I walk away from Violet Reddâs room and I need to mentally prepare myself for whatâs to come. I think this is the hardest patient case Iâve had since I started working here and Dannyâs words ring through my head like deja vu.