No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Is he not a germaphobe?" I mused, puzzled by his constant embraces and hand-holding.

Before I could pull away or protest, the sight that greeted me inside the hospital room stopped me dead in my tracks.

It wasn't Ernest.

The man in the bed caught sight of me and immediately furrowed his brows, then snapped at Henrik, "Why did you bring her here?" Henrik, still holding my hand, led me to a couch, "Thought we'd check in on you after the game... see how you're healing up." Brown's face turned a sickly shade of pale, Henrik's words clearly striking a nerve.

And not just any nerve. An embarrassing one.

The thought of Brown's injury made me cringe-it was honestly mortifying.

"Instead of seeking revenge for me, you bring this woman to disgust me? What are you trying to do?" Brown was visibly irritated.

"Just letting you know," Henrik lifted our intertwined hands, "she's with me now, hands off."

"Huh," Brown scoffed, "So I just take the loss?"

has nothing to do with her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her

because of her," Brown's resentment

who involved her," Henrik shot back, silencing

lips, his blue eyes glaring at me, "She asked for it,

and my only mistake was showing concern for

my involvement, but I quickly dismissed it. If he wanted to harm me, he wouldn't have warned me or rescued me from Henrik's estate. He

used by others," Henrik

manipulated, did he

sneered, "Henrik, you're defending her? Don't tell

Brown's insult was crude and unlike anything I'd been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand

dodged, but the water splashed him all the

"You wench, how dare

hitting you," Henrik cut him off, "Brown, do you really want to taste a

enough to deflate Brown, his face turning a shade

woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you better not touch her. Show some respect when

my shoulder, "Let's go, got a game