Page 26 of Scars of Silk

“I told you. I need to work.”

“Is that what you were doing downstairs?”

“Sort of. I was talking to Abi. I wanted to get some history, and to see if she’d watch you tomorrow.”

Abi was here… and she didn’t come to check on me. That cuts.

“I’m guessing her nursing skills aren’t available?”

“Apparently not. Which means we have to get you up.”

I stare at her with wide eyes. “Do you know how much I hurt?”

“Suck it up.”

“Why do I have to get up? I am capable by myself.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Evidence says otherwise.”

“Oh fuck off. Why do you even care, anyway? Just leave me alone.”

“I can’t. You’ve ruined my dress, put me behind on my work, and now I’ve got to get back to my parents for a hellish dinner and be worried about what you're doing.”

“Just go away.”

Who the fuck does she think she is?

“No.”

“Darling, I can assure you I can find me a pretty nursemaid anywhere I like. Just pass me my phone and I’ll hook myself up.”

Her gaze narrows before she clears her expression and stalks for the chair I woke to find her in.

She opens her laptop and settles it on her lap. “Right, I need the names of all those who knew Faith at school.”

“Are you kidding? That was years ago!”

“It’s small community town, I doubt it’s that hard.” Her hand pauses, positioned over the keys as she looks at me expectantly.

“Bloody hell. I’ve just woken up. Can’t I have a coffee first?”

She smiles sweetly. “I’m sure one of your other nursemaids can get you a coffee. Now I’m here to work.”

Her point is clear, and I groan throwing myself back into the pillows.

What did I do to deserve this?

Scowling at the ceiling it’s almost impossible to forget the things I’ve done to deserve this.

I wasn’t much use, the painkillers kept me in relatively useless state. Not that I’m complaining, it was good not to hurt.

When the curtains are drawn, I blink in surprise. Flinging my arm above my head, I'm pleasantly surprised it doesn’t hurt as much as I’d expect. I’d put it on a comfortable seven on a pain scale of ten.

“So, this nursemaid of yours. Is she coming to look after you, or are you coming to London with me?”

I groan. It’s psycho Nurse Nightingale. “Please leave me alone.” I talk into the crook of my elbow. “I don’t know why you are doing this, but it’s torture.”

Fingers pull at my hand and shift my arm. My cock twitches which is really annoying. She’s just moving your hand, cowboy, settle down a notch. Reluctantly, I shift my gaze to her. She’s wearing one of my hoodies. Just one of my hoodies.