Next week Progressing with Storm - Granite County 5 will hopefully be on presale at Siren. I thought I would put a snippet on here for you to enjoy.
Corey patted a spot on the bed next to
his hip. When Kris hesitated, Corey frowned. Kris pushed aside his concerns and
carefully climbed onto the bed. Acid
smoke saturated the air around Corey.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“You look tired. Rest for a minute,”
Corey whispered.
It shocked Kris that Corey was worried
about him. The man had just lived through a harrowing ordeal, yet here he was
doing his best to take care of Kris.
“Can I see your head? Are there
stitches?” Kris asked. He wished he could take the words back when Corey tipped
his head down, revealing a shaved patch of skin with two huge metal staples embedded
in the skin.
Kris’s stomach tightened. He had a lot
of grizzly wounds covering his own body.
Somehow Corey’s injury seemed ten times worse.
“I’m so sorry,” he
blurted out.
Fine lines of pain fanned the corners of
Corey’s pretty hazel eyes. “In a few days,
I’ll be good as new.”
Kris tentatively touched the corner of
Corey’s bandaged hand. “These look like they’re going to take more than a few
days to heal.”
“Just some scrapes and splinters,” Corey
said.
“Did they say how long you have to stay
here?” Kris asked. He didn’t know what to do. This
should be a tender moment, a victory of Corey surviving a life-threatening
event. Instead, they struggled with the cloud
of tension that hung over them since they had gotten back together.
“Overnight.” Corey’s eyes closed.
Kris thought Corey would get more rest
if he sat in the chair next to the bed and started to shift around. A soft
touch to his arm brought his gaze back to Corey.
“Will you do me a favor?” Corey
whispered.
“Sure,” Kris answered.
“Can you go check on the guy that saved
me? See if he’s okay?”
“All right, I’ll be right back.” Kris
slid off the bed, happy to be given some kind
of direction.
“Kris.”
“Yeah?”
“When you come back, can you lie by me
on the bed?”
“Wouldn’t you be more comfortable
without me bumping you while you’re trying to sleep?” Kris asked.
“Please?”
Kris frowned. He was trying to be a good
boyfriend and help Corey get his rest. But, as usual, Corey wanted something
else. Kris wondered if he would ever get it right.
“Okay. I’ll go check on that guy and
come back and lie by you,” he said, conceding to Corey’s wishes.
The smile Kris received was dazzling
white against Corey’s soot-covered skin. Kris wondered if from now on he should
ask Corey what he wanted instead of trying to figure it out. That thought kind
of irritated Kris. He should instinctively know what Corey needed. They were a
couple.
Turning, Kris left the room more
confused than ever about his and Corey’s relationship.
Ten minutes later, Kris stood inside the
exit door of the large emergency suite and watched a bunch of well-dressed,
tall, muscular men leave one of the curtained-off areas. As they passed him,
Kris couldn’t help but enjoy the tattooed eye candy. Each was extremely handsome, in his own way
and Kris always had a weakness for muscles and tattoos.
Once they left, Kris started toward the curtains. According to a nurse, Kris
was looking for exam stall #4. Somehow it didn’t surprise him that #4 was where
the handsome hunks had come from. After
all, he was checking on a hero, and any of those men clearly could be one.
Kris stepped through the opening of the
curtain and froze. In Kris’s thirty years, he had never been so close to his
idea of a perfect looking man.
“Hi there, beautiful. Why don’t you come
over here and greet me properly?”
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