Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 67

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The emergency room was absolutely manic, and Blair’s headache wasn’t improving with all the noise. Crying babies, drunk college kids arguing with nurses, and some guy who’d apparently super–glued his hand to a beer bottle. Just another night in the city.

She was lying on a gurney in what was the hospital examination room, but was really just a space sectioned off by curtains that did nothing to block out the noise. Roman was right next to her, much to his disgust, arguing with a doctor about why he didn’t need X–rays on his shoulder.

“My shoulder’s fine,” Roman was saying for the third time.

“Sir, you have a visible dislocation and you’re bleeding,” the young man doctor replied patiently. “We need to-”

But the young doctor was no match for Roman in a bad mood. “What I need is to stay with my fiancée until we know she doesn’t have a serious head injury. You are not wheeling me anywhere.”

Blair would have rolled her eyes if it didn’t make her dizzy. “Roman, just let them fix your damn shoulder.”

“After they clear you for a concussion.”

“I don’t have a concussion.”

“You don’t know that.”

The doctor looking after her, she couldn’t see her name tag. Bent down to check her pupils with that annoying little flashlight, cleared her throat. “Actually, she’s right. Mild concussion at worst. Her pupils are responsive, she’s coherent, and her neurological responses are normal.” She clicked off the light, which was a relief. “You’ll have a headache for a day or two, but you should be fine.”

No one needed to tell her about having a headache.

Roman visibly relaxed. “Thank you.”

“Now, will you please let us look at your shoulder?” The male doctor asked.

“Fine. But I’m not going anywhere. Just set it back in place.”

Blair squeezed Roman’s hand before the doctors pulled a curtain across in between their beds. She could hear him complaining about hospital gowns. Blair couldn’t help smirking. He really was a terrible patient. He wasn’t in control and Blair knew Roman liked control.

“Is he always this…” The doctor, still with her, paused and looked around at the curtain where Roman was, searching for the right word.

“Controlling? Overprotective? Generally annoying when he’s worried?” Blair supplied. “Pretty much, yeah.”

that.” Came

“He cares about you.”

the bandage on her forehead. The doctor had been cleaning up the small cut before covering it. “Someone’s been trying to kill me. He’s taking it

eyebrows shot up.

third attempt.” Blair realized how insane

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could respond, she heard familiar voices in the hallway,

me, we’re looking

give a shit. We want to see

you need

me to calm down! And why is this place so

course, they were

”

are you? This place is like a maze designed

Blair called out, then immediately regretted it as her head

was a good thing she wasn’t naked. Keira appeared, looking like she’d thrown on the first clothes she could find. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she had what

you look terrible,” was the first

chocolate on your

was stress–eating Ben and Jerry’s in the car. While Sutton drove.” Keira looked her

a three. Maybe four when I

controlled worry that Blair recognized from their teenage years. “How’s your head?

dislocated his shoulder and came worse off than me this time. He shielded me

Sutton said, but there was approval in her voice. “Which, for the record, was the right thing

concerned.”

other curtain, Roman’s voice carried over: “I

saying nice things!” Keira

was the car?” Sutton asked, settling into the plastic chair beside Blair’s

all pretty fuzzy.” Blair touched the bandage on her forehead again.

did,” Sutton said firmly. “And

sure I took ten years off my life when Peters called. Do you know how terrifying it is to get a phone call that starts with “There’s been an accident, but everyone’s alive? Alive doesn’t

was stressing out her sister. With

saying, my heart can’t

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