Page 60 of Wilde Abandon
“Yes.Jax probably needs you at the bar.”
“We texted while you were getting stitches.He’s got everything covered.”
She grabbed her bag of medical supplies off the floorboard.“Then go home to Mason.I’ll be fine.”
“Call me tomorrow.”
“I will.”She opened the door and realized she’d left her purse as well as her car at the bar.“Shit.”
“What?”
“Nothing.I’ll get all my stuff from the bar tomorrow.”
“I can ask Jax to drop it off to you.”
“No.It’s out of the way.It’s fine.”She squeezed her sister’s hand.“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.Get some rest.”
Melody climbed out of the car, closed the door, and headed up to Fox’s place.She entered her code in the front door, took the elevator up to the fourth floor, then dragged herself down the hall to Fox’s door.She could hear the guys talking and making noise as something happened in the game, and one of them cheered while the other shouted, “No!”
She knocked and waited, hoping they heard her.
Dean opened the door.“Why didn’t you—Fuck.”His eyes went wide as his gaze roamed over her.“What the hell happened?”
“Can I come in?”
He was standing in her way.
“Who is it?”Fox called.
“You need to see this,” Dean called back as he stepped aside and she walked in.
Fox dropped a controller on the table, stood, then turned to her.“Hey, sweet…” Shock filled his eyes as he took her in, then leaped over the couch and rushed to her.He gently brushed her head with his fingertips by the bandage covering her stitches.“What happened?Why didn’t you call me?”
“I did.You didn’t answer.”She waved that off when guilt filled his eyes.“I had an accident at work.It’s fine.”
“Fine?Your hand, head, and leg are bandaged.What happened?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into him.“I had a bad night.I was distracted and got knocked in the ribs with a pool cue.I stumbled, dropped an entire tray of drinks, and hit my head on a barstool as I fell.”She pointed to the bandage covering a small portion of her hair.“Then I landed on my thigh and hip in the broken glass.”She pointed to her leg.“Then tried to catch myself, only to cut up my palm and hand.”She held it up.“The doctor had to pull two wicked sharp pieces of glass out of my thigh and calf.”
“Damn,” Dean said.
“Does it hurt?”Max asked.
“A little bit.The numbing stuff is starting to wear off.”For the first time, she noticed Amy sitting in the chair next to the sofa.“Looks like boys’ night, plus one.”
Fox’s gaze shot to Amy, then back to her.“She caught the pizza delivery out front and brought it up to us.She stayed for a slice and to watch us play.But forget about all that.”
Dean and Max winced, like even they couldn’t forget that Amy crashed their party and they knew why.
Fox gently rubbed her back.“How many stitches?”
“Twenty-one total in my leg, seven in my hand, and four in my scalp.”
Fox cupped her face and made her tilt her head back.“I’m sorry I didn’t answer the phone.I didn’t even hear it go off.”
“It fell under the coffee table.”Amy held it up, then set it on the table.