Indivisible (Steel Talons Motorcycle Club Book 3) Read Online Free
Author: Evelyn Glass
her palm and said, “I’m truly sorry, Susan. I love you.”
Her hand relaxed in his, and suddenly, she laid her head on his chest. He rested his chin on her hair, smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo and laying his hand on her back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. She was so warm, and despite the strong front she showed people, she was soft and vulnerable. If he wasn’t careful, he would break her, emotionally and mentally if not physically.
“Hey, I’m here, and I’m alright, and I’m not going to pull a stupid stunt like this again.” He kissed the top of her head, and tentatively, he said, “I saw your father.”
She nodded against him. “I know. He told me.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears. “The man you see in that room, though…that’s not my father. It’s an empty shell that pretends to be the man who raised me.” She lifted her head, and Jim saw the first streaks on her face. “I saw him four days ago, Jim, and since then, he’s lost another ten or fifteen pounds. He’s got bedsores, and he can’t even lift his own water to his mouth. I’m losing him, and I’ve wasted so much time hating him. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
Jim’s heart cried, and he pushed himself to sit up. “Come on,” he said, moving Susan aside so he could swing his legs over the edge of the narrow cot.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m not doing anything because I can’t. I’m hooked up to an IV that’s pouring in faster than I can pour it out, and it’s making every inch of my body swell—from my toes and fingers to my balls. Plus, every time I move, another stake gets driven through my head, and my stomach feels like someone tore a hole right through my navel and poured cyanide in.” He stood, catching himself with a hand on the tree holding the bags of fluid until he steadied himself. “But we are going to see your father.”
Susan shook her head. “No way, Jim. You’re in no condition to walk these halls, and if you think I’m going to take the heat for you acting like a fool, you’re wrong.”
“Not a chance. I’ll tell anyone who reams me that I kidnapped you and forced you at gun point.”
“Right…because you can bring a gun into a hospital.”
He smirked. “You kiss me like that again, and my cock sticking out will be close enough.” Her cheeks went red again, and he chuckled, despite the agony it caused him.
Cocking her head and putting her hands on her hips, Susan gestured at him with her head. “I seem to remember you aren’t particularly fond of walking down the halls with your ass hanging out.”
Jim looked down and cursed. “Why the hell do they have to strip me down to pump salt water into my veins? Where are my damn clothes?” He searched the room and found his jeans folded on a chair, but his shirt was nowhere to be seen. Gritting his teeth, he said, “I’m assuming that sealed bag over there is my shirt, covered with upchuck.”
“Probably.” Susan’s amusement rankled him, but he let it go.
With an irritated sound, he yanked his pants off the chair and pulled them on his body. “I guess this is going to have to be good enough.” He considered putting on the fresh pair of hospital socks he saw on the rolling table, but he decided he’d rather be barefoot than walk around in those stupid things. “Come on, let’s go see your father.”
CHAPTER SIX
Susan rolled the IV tree alongside Jim, as he pushed himself to make the trip down the hall, into the elevator, and then toward her father’s room. He was a stubborn cuss. She could almost feel his pain, but there was no way she’d be able to stop him. Even in this condition, he was stubborn enough to wrestle her to the ground and do what he wanted, even if it meant it would give him a heart attack.
“Jim, this is insane,” she hissed, as they neared their destination.
“What’s insane is the way you’re
Her hand relaxed in his, and suddenly, she laid her head on his chest. He rested his chin on her hair, smelling the sweet scent of her shampoo and laying his hand on her back, rubbing up and down in soothing motions. She was so warm, and despite the strong front she showed people, she was soft and vulnerable. If he wasn’t careful, he would break her, emotionally and mentally if not physically.
“Hey, I’m here, and I’m alright, and I’m not going to pull a stupid stunt like this again.” He kissed the top of her head, and tentatively, he said, “I saw your father.”
She nodded against him. “I know. He told me.” Her voice was thick with unshed tears. “The man you see in that room, though…that’s not my father. It’s an empty shell that pretends to be the man who raised me.” She lifted her head, and Jim saw the first streaks on her face. “I saw him four days ago, Jim, and since then, he’s lost another ten or fifteen pounds. He’s got bedsores, and he can’t even lift his own water to his mouth. I’m losing him, and I’ve wasted so much time hating him. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”
Jim’s heart cried, and he pushed himself to sit up. “Come on,” he said, moving Susan aside so he could swing his legs over the edge of the narrow cot.
“What are you doing?”
“Well, I’m not doing anything because I can’t. I’m hooked up to an IV that’s pouring in faster than I can pour it out, and it’s making every inch of my body swell—from my toes and fingers to my balls. Plus, every time I move, another stake gets driven through my head, and my stomach feels like someone tore a hole right through my navel and poured cyanide in.” He stood, catching himself with a hand on the tree holding the bags of fluid until he steadied himself. “But we are going to see your father.”
Susan shook her head. “No way, Jim. You’re in no condition to walk these halls, and if you think I’m going to take the heat for you acting like a fool, you’re wrong.”
“Not a chance. I’ll tell anyone who reams me that I kidnapped you and forced you at gun point.”
“Right…because you can bring a gun into a hospital.”
He smirked. “You kiss me like that again, and my cock sticking out will be close enough.” Her cheeks went red again, and he chuckled, despite the agony it caused him.
Cocking her head and putting her hands on her hips, Susan gestured at him with her head. “I seem to remember you aren’t particularly fond of walking down the halls with your ass hanging out.”
Jim looked down and cursed. “Why the hell do they have to strip me down to pump salt water into my veins? Where are my damn clothes?” He searched the room and found his jeans folded on a chair, but his shirt was nowhere to be seen. Gritting his teeth, he said, “I’m assuming that sealed bag over there is my shirt, covered with upchuck.”
“Probably.” Susan’s amusement rankled him, but he let it go.
With an irritated sound, he yanked his pants off the chair and pulled them on his body. “I guess this is going to have to be good enough.” He considered putting on the fresh pair of hospital socks he saw on the rolling table, but he decided he’d rather be barefoot than walk around in those stupid things. “Come on, let’s go see your father.”
CHAPTER SIX
Susan rolled the IV tree alongside Jim, as he pushed himself to make the trip down the hall, into the elevator, and then toward her father’s room. He was a stubborn cuss. She could almost feel his pain, but there was no way she’d be able to stop him. Even in this condition, he was stubborn enough to wrestle her to the ground and do what he wanted, even if it meant it would give him a heart attack.
“Jim, this is insane,” she hissed, as they neared their destination.
“What’s insane is the way you’re
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