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Workers’ Club.
    “I’ve got a ride. Thank you, though.” I flashed the nurse a smile before stepping up to the curb.
    She watched the limo pull up. “You still don’t remember what happened to you? Who did this?” Her eyes went from scanning me to pointing at the limo in accusation.
    “Oh, I remember. But justice is so much better served by an individual than a system. I don’t have any red tape to dodge or moral codes to follow.” My smile turned sly.
    The nurse gave me a curious look before heading back into the hospital with the wheelchair I hoped I’d never have to use again. Which depended largely on the man I was crawling in beside. If he put me in that thing for even a day, I would make sure he spent the rest of his life in one.
    “They checked you out earlier than they told me they would,” Rob said as I crawled into the backseat of the limo beside him. “I was hoping to escort you out myself. These people . . .” He shook his head, looking disgusted. “I’d be better off trusting a class of first graders with my life than a hospital full of these inbreeds.”
    Nothing like a reminder of the upstanding, outstanding person I was dealing with to motivate me to get the Errand done. “Well we don’t have to deal with them anymore.” I smiled at him like he was the ruler of the universe, as he was so convinced he was.
    He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. “That’s right. No more hospital miscreants.”
    At least not until you and your fists put me in there again.
    “So? What big plans do you have for today?” I asked, resisting the urge to squirm out of his arms. Every nerve and instinct was vying for me to get as far away from him as the inside of the limo would allow.
    “Spending the day with you. Is that big enough?” He squeezed my shoulder, which made me want to wince since he’d managed to bruise both of them. I didn’t even know shoulders could bruise until meeting him.
    “I can’t imagine anything better,” I lied with a sweet smile. “I’m a lucky woman,” I lied again.
    I didn’t know if he’d been too busy glaring at the hospital before admiring his handiwork all over my face, but when he finally noticed what I was wearing, his overdrawn smile vanished. “I bought you a new outfit for a reason. Why aren’t you wearing it?”
    From his expression alone, I was doubting my clothing choice. Matched with his steely tone, I knew I’d be lucky to make it through the day without him layering bruises on top of bruises. So I thought quickly and kept my smile in place. “You got me such nice clothes that I didn’t want to leave the hospital in them, especially when I’m still a far cry from looking my best.”
    His face softened some. “Things have to get a little ugly before they can be beautiful.”
    My stomach churned and nearly let loose when his knuckles grazed my cheekbone. I could tell he was waiting for me to respond, but other than telling him to fuck off and die, what could I say to a person who believed beating me senseless was the first step to a healthy relationship? So I went with something else instead.
    “Besides, whatever I’m wearing today . . .” I scooted in until the only way I could have been closer was to be on his lap and slipped my hand around his side. “I doubt it’s going to stay in place for very long.”
    The remaining wrinkles lining his forehead ironed out before something practically glinted in his eyes. I wanted to cringe from that look and I wanted to swipe his hands away from my hips, but I reminded myself I had seventy-two hours. I pictured Mrs. Tucker’s face, I pictured mine the first day in the hospital, and then I pictured his when he found out the wife he was so sure he’d beaten the wits and will out of had divorced him and taken him for half.
    All three of those faces were on my mind when his mouth covered mine. He didn’t kiss me long, only long enough for me to deduce that there were clumsy kissers . . . and then