Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“No…don’t…no hospitals. Listen to me…for once…” His voice became weaker.

“Listen to me. Debbie repeated his words in her mind.

She was shocked. Ever since she tracked him down, he’d never acted like a brother to her.

As far back as she could recall, Decker had always been perpetually short of cash, never bothering with a job for long. He hung out on the streets every day. He was no more than a parasite, draining cash from any woman foolish enough to take up with him.

Anyway, she Listened this time. With great difficulty, she helped him get to a bedroom. He was heavier than he Looked. She made him sit on the couch, and told him, “I’ve been gone for a few months. Wait here.

I’ll make the bed.”

With that, she hurried to her own bedroom to grab a clean quilt. When she opened her bedroom door, she was surprised to find a quilt neatly laid on her bed.

putting the bed set away before going on tour.

too much. She quickly pulled out a clean quilt from the closet, carried it to the room next door and

on the verge of fainting. She helped him move to the bed so that he could lie down to get

on Debbie’s forehead. She put her hands on her waist, gasping for air.

his eyes shut, Decker said, “I need…disinfectant,

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idiot! He wanted to deal with the wound himself instead of going to the

want to stop the bleeding by yourself? Seriously? Are you a doctor? Dammit, Decker, I’m a

“Debbie…” Decker called out.

this. Hurry!

But how? I guess I don’t

of her apartment, got into the elevator