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Micah :: Гамильтон Лорел
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"I live with both of them,"I said.
She gave me that look again, like she didn't believe me.
"Honest, cross my heart and hope to—well, you know."
She shook her head. "And what is Mr. Graison's job?"
I had to smile. "He's a stripper."
She put her hands on her hips and almost stamped her foot at me. "It can't all be true."
The door opened behind her. It was my men and Special Agent Fox. The nurse threw them both a look, then hurried out.
"What have you been telling the nurses while I've been lying here?"
"The nurses were just trying to be friendly at first," Micah said, "but when we answered their questions truthfully, they didn't believe us."
"No one lives with two men," Nathaniel said, mimicking someone's voice that I didn't remember hearing. "And federal marshals don't live with strippers."
"Once we knew you were going to be all right, Nathaniel teased them a little," Micah said.
Fox laughed. "A little."
I held my left hand out to Nathaniel, and he took it with a smile. "You mad?" he asked.
"No. It was the crack about federal marshals not living with strippers, wasn't it?" I said.
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"The nursing staff seemed more interested in your boyfriends than in you," Fox said.
"Well," I said, "it's hard to compete when the guys are this cute."
Micah came around and took my other hand. He ran his finger over the new scar. "You've finally got one on your right arm."
I sighed. "My only unscarred arm. Damn."
Fox said, "I come all the way down here to tell you what you missed, and I don't think you give a damn."
I smiled at Fox. "Truthfully, I'm just glad to be alive. When I hit that marble, I knew I was hurt."
His face went very serious. "Yeah, you were hurt. We all thought…" He waved it away. "It doesn't matter what we thought. When you went down, the zombie attacked Salvia. We couldn't stop him. Not to mention he had a shooter in the cemetery."
"I remember Salvia saying something about not shooting me now. That the zombie was up and it wouldn't help anything."
"He wasn't delaying to be irritating. He was delaying to give the new hit man time to get to the cemetery. The idea was that with you dead or badly injured, they'd have more time to think of a plan C."
"Plan C? What happened to plan A and B?"
Micah began to rub his thumb over my knuckles in small circles. Nathaniel pressed my hand against his chest. Whatever I was about to hear, I wasn't going to like it.
"I live with both of them,"I said.
She gave me that look again, like she didn't believe me.
"Honest, cross my heart and hope to—well, you know."
She shook her head. "And what is Mr. Graison's job?"
I had to smile. "He's a stripper."
She put her hands on her hips and almost stamped her foot at me. "It can't all be true."
The door opened behind her. It was my men and Special Agent Fox. The nurse threw them both a look, then hurried out.
"What have you been telling the nurses while I've been lying here?"
"The nurses were just trying to be friendly at first," Micah said, "but when we answered their questions truthfully, they didn't believe us."
"No one lives with two men," Nathaniel said, mimicking someone's voice that I didn't remember hearing. "And federal marshals don't live with strippers."
"Once we knew you were going to be all right, Nathaniel teased them a little," Micah said.
Fox laughed. "A little."
I held my left hand out to Nathaniel, and he took it with a smile. "You mad?" he asked.
"No. It was the crack about federal marshals not living with strippers, wasn't it?" I said.
He shrugged. "Maybe."
"The nursing staff seemed more interested in your boyfriends than in you," Fox said.
"Well," I said, "it's hard to compete when the guys are this cute."
Micah came around and took my other hand. He ran his finger over the new scar. "You've finally got one on your right arm."
I sighed. "My only unscarred arm. Damn."
Fox said, "I come all the way down here to tell you what you missed, and I don't think you give a damn."
I smiled at Fox. "Truthfully, I'm just glad to be alive. When I hit that marble, I knew I was hurt."
His face went very serious. "Yeah, you were hurt. We all thought…" He waved it away. "It doesn't matter what we thought. When you went down, the zombie attacked Salvia. We couldn't stop him. Not to mention he had a shooter in the cemetery."
"I remember Salvia saying something about not shooting me now. That the zombie was up and it wouldn't help anything."
"He wasn't delaying to be irritating. He was delaying to give the new hit man time to get to the cemetery. The idea was that with you dead or badly injured, they'd have more time to think of a plan C."
"Plan C? What happened to plan A and B?"
Micah began to rub his thumb over my knuckles in small circles. Nathaniel pressed my hand against his chest. Whatever I was about to hear, I wasn't going to like it.