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I swallow hard, trying to keep my professional facade intact when all I want to do is rage. This is way beyond anything I imagined for my first night. My eyes flick between her face and her red, swollen wrists. They’re my first priority. I don’t want her to break anything.
“Let’s get you out of those cuffs first,” I say softly, trying to sound reassuring. “Hang tight.”
Hang tight? Really, Fred? Could you be any more awkward?
“Is that okay…” I trail off, hoping she catches my unspoken question.
Her throat bobs. “Story. My name is Story.”
Story? What a perfect name for the mother of my children.
Wait, what the fuck? You’re losing it, Fred.
Or finding it.
“Is it okay if the firemen help you now, Story? Get your pretty hands out of those big, bad, meanie-weanie cuffs?” I don’t know why, but my voice has taken on a tone I’ve never used outside of speaking to babies and cute puppies. It makes her lips twitch, though, so I’m counting it as a win.
“Y-yes,” she stutters, licking her lush, red lips. Her chocolate eyes flick between mine as I step back. “Wait!”
I freeze.
“Where are you going?” There’s a frantic note in her voice and it makes my heart race.
Without thinking, I reach out and run my hand over her head, the only body part I can touch without being sued.
“I’m not going anywhere, poopsie,” I murmur, patting her gently. To my utter shock, she leans into my touch, nuzzling like a kitten. Cute. So damn cute. “I’m just giving them space so they can work.”
“Then what?” she whispers, her eyes briefly sliding to our surroundings before coming right back to mine. It makes me feel ten feet tall.
“Well,” I murmur, barely resisting the urge to run my fingers through her messy hair. “After these nice firemen cut off the cuffs, I’ll assess your injuries, and if you need to be taken to a hospital, I’ll take you to get fixed up, good as new.”
“We both will,” a nasally voice whines.
She sucks in a sharp breath and shakes her head wildly. “No. No hospitals. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
I can tell she’s starting to panic again, so I give into my previous urge and let my fingers slip through her hair, careful of the knots. “If it’s bad…”
“It’s not. It’s no big deal. I’m fine. Swear.”
I give her a questioning look, not trusting her anxious babble. Instead of pushing her on it, I give her a sharp nod. She instantly relaxes and smiles sweetly at me. Christ. That smile is enough to start and end a goddamned war.
“If you’re as injured as you claimed to be when you called, we’ll have to take you in,” Stanley drawls, making her tense up all over again.
“What?” She cries. “I don’t—”
“Miss?” One of the firefighters says softly, interrupting her spiral and forcing her to breathe. “Let’s just start with the cuffs, hmm? One thing at a time.”
When she slowly nods her consent, I step back. It’s a colossal effort to put space between us, and it only gets worse as the men move in to help her.
Touch her.
Smell her.
Stanley makes a humming sound in the back of his throat and my vision goes spotty. I grit my teeth, wondering how quickly I can get away with slicing his cock off and shoving it down his throat before I get tackled by the cops in the other room.
“Stop looking at her,” I mutter, my fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
He scoffs. “It’s my job to look at her, dill weed.” I feel him staring at me but refuse to look away from my patient. My Story.
