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"Is she now?" Rowan stalked up to us.
I finished the massage quickly, and wiped my hands on a paper napkin that was on the table.
"Not as good as new but if you keep doing the exercises, in a couple of weeks you should start feeling better."
Clay rose and put on his shirt. He grinned. "I could do that without it hurtin', Isha. You're a miracle worker, woman." He took both hands in his kissed my knuckles.
"Clay?" Rowan warned.
"What? She has magic hands, boss."
"She offer to massage other parts of your body, too? I know how much you get paid, Clay, I don't think you can afford her," Rowan threw back.
Everything inside me froze.
"Boss, you saying that is not alright," Clay shot right back. He turned to look at me. "Isha, thanks for your help. I think you're going to make a great physiotherapist."
I nodded, feeling shaky, as I walked past Rowan. I couldn't believe he'd said what he had. I was helping someone, and he'd called me a whore. I had to get out of here. I had to get home where I was safe.
It had been a long time since I'd felt unsafe in my surroundings, not since I'd aged out of the homes and found my own place with Yasmine.
I dialed Yasmine with shaky hands as I walked up to the ranch house. "If I need money, will you help me?"
"Come on, babe, you don't even have to ask," she said with a yawn. "What happened?"
"These people are not very nice. None of them. I…need to come home before something bad happens."
"You do what you need to. Don't worry about money. I got some saved up."
She and Derek were saving to be able to move to New York in a year.
"I'll pay you back," I vowed.
"Hey, between us, babe, there's no accounting. We help each other. Now, book your ticket and get your fine arse back home."
Chapter 6
Rowan
"Jesus H Christ, Rowan, you're an asshole," Clay muttered. "What in the God's green earth is wrong with you?"
"That's Ace's girlfriend," I bit back.
I'd lost my head. I saw Clay half naked, and her hands, those beautiful brown hands on his skin, and I wanted to kill someone. How dare she touch him?
"I don't care if she's the Queen of fuckin' England. She saw I was injured she helped me. What the fuck is goin' on in your head? She wasn't fuckin' me."
Clay and I had been working together for years, and he was more of a brother to me than Ace had ever been. Our relationship had never been boss to foreman. We both respected each other.
"I didn't like her touching you," I told him.
"It was physical therapy, dumbass."
Clay put on his chambray button-down on top of his t-shirt.
"I didn't like it."
"I don't get you, boss. You want to get rid of her because you think she's after Ace's money. And now you're behavin' like I touched your woman." Clay put on his Stetson and walked out of the bunkhouse with me following him.
