Page 37 of Fire in My Blood
I let out a sigh of regret. “I would have you back on that bed in an instant if I could, but I have to talk to Lyn. She’s here because Markus, my team leader, sent her.”
“Then I’ll come with you.” She bends down and grabs the large T-shirt I gave her earlier from the floor and pulls it over her head.
My brows push together. “It’s probably best if you stay here. I’ll be back before sunrise, I promise.” I pick up my sleeping pants and put them on.
“I can help explain where you’ve been for the last few days.” She narrows her eyes at me. “And I don’t want anything to happen to David. I know he shot you, but he’s still my brother. He deserves punishment, but in some strange way I think he was trying to protect me. I can’t hate him for that, even if he tried to kill you.”
After striding around the bed to her, I grip her upper arms. Staring into her eyes, I give her a gentle smile. “I won’t letanything happen to your brother, Erica. Don’t worry about that. He thought I was a vampire when he brought me in, and he wanted me to confess to assaulting a woman four years ago.
“When you were attacked again, he tried to force me into telling him who was behind it. He believed I was somehow involved. I wanted him to let me go so I could hunt down the real attacker and kill him myself, but he refused to believe me. I got angry and lunged at him, and that’s when he shot me. Everything he did was for you, Erica, and I respect him for that. He obviously cares about you a lot.”
Tears are evident in her eyes when she launches herself at me and wraps her arms tightly around my neck. “Thank you, Lucas.”
I circle my arms around her waist and hold her to me, my heart doing a strange somersault in my chest.
After a couple of minutes, I force myself to let her go. “You can come with me if that will make you feel better.”
Bending my head down, I give her a quick kiss on her lips. “I’ll find you some pants. That T-shirt isn’t covering enough of your legs, and you’re not wearing any panties.”
I go to rummage through the dresser where I keep some clothes for when I visit. After selecting a pair of pajama pants for her, I find a T-shirt for myself.
A grin splits my face when I watch her pull my pants on and try to adjust them to her small frame. She rolls and tucks the waist before rolling up the pantlegs. They still don’t fit, but at least they stay on.
I hold out my hand to her as I take a step toward the doors. “Come, Lyn is waiting.”
Her small hand grips mine, and we exit the room together.
The house is huge, and it takes us a few minutes to get to the den. It’s enough time and distraction for my dick to soften.
The den is a cozy room with soft couches and chairs and a big fireplace. As we enter, I pull my hand out of hers and place it on the small of her back.
Lyn is standing by the fireplace, looking her usual radiant self. Her beauty is exceptional, but I’ve never felt any attraction toward her. She’s too cold and in control for my liking. I don’t think I’ve ever even heard her laugh.
The woman has my full respect, though. Lyn is tireless in her effort to protect humans from supernaturals that want to hurt or exploit them.
Tom is standing inside the door to the right, and I turn to him and give him a small nod.
He smiles and nods back. “I’ll leave you to it.” He walks out and closes the door behind him.
I wait until Tom’s steps fade away before I speak. “It’s good to see you, Lyn. Did Markus send you to check up on me?”
She gives me a polite smile. “You look well, Lucas. What happened, and who’s your friend?” Lyn’s gaze moves to Erica by my side, and her polite smile warms.
Before I can reply, Erica answers. “I’m Erica Heart, and it’s my fault Lucas got shot.”
Lyn’s eyes widen with surprise.
Wrapping my arm around Erica’s waist, I pull her close to my side. “What Erica means is that this whole thing is based on a bit of a misunderstanding.”
I look down at the beautiful blonde by my side. “Please, let me explain, okay? You can correct me if anything I say is wrong.”
She nods, and I turn back to Lyn.
Her gaze is darting between us, and one of her eyebrows is raised as if she’s trying to assess what’s going on. Her eyes finallysettle on Erica, and she gives her a warm smile. “I’m Lynette Rogers. Please, call me Lyn. Most people do.”
“Please, let’s sit down.” I steer Erica toward one of the couches, and we sit down. I spread my arms casually along the back of the couch. Her body is touching mine from shoulder to ankle, and she places her hand on my thigh.
Lyn’s mouth shows a hint of amusement as she moves to sit on the couch facing us.