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?"

do with her. You started it, and besides... it wasn't her who hit you," Henrik

of her," Brown's

involved her,"

his blue eyes glaring at me, "She asked for it, getting involved in

mistake was showing concern

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 probably didn't know the full extent of the conspiracy

didn't mean any harm, might have been used by others," Henrik

did he know something

you're defending her? Don't tell me you've fallen for

unlike anything I'd been called before. Reacting instantly, I yanked my hand free and hurled a cup from

the water

up, "You wench,

did right by hitting you," Henrik cut him off, "Brown,

threat was enough to deflate Brown, his

woman," Henrik pulled me close, "you

"Let's go, got a