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“He checked himself out of the infirmary while no one was looking.” North shook his head. “Doc Emerson is pissed.”
“I’m sure he’s fine.”
“He’s not at home,” Zeke said. “He hasn’t been there, and no one has seen him.”
“Oh, well…” My mind went blank.
Sasha cleared her throat. “How are you feeling?”
“Great. All I needed was a good night’s sleep.” Which probably anyone with half a brain cells could tell I hadn’t gotten.
Sasha shared a look with Jess.
“And that gave you some wicked stubble burn on your neck?” Sasha asked, fighting a smile.
My hands flew up to my check. “Oh, um…”
Jameson groaned. “You’re seeing someone and we butted in.”
“Seeing who?” Kai demanded.
“Guys, how about you let me shower and?—”
“Is it that Spencer guy?” North asked, looking unhappy.
“Those are Marc’s boots,” Zeke said suddenly.
I glanced down and saw them discarded on the floor. Heat filled my cheeks. Everyone looked my way.
“Dove? Where did you disappear to?”
I heard Marc a second before he sauntered out. He was shirtless, but thankfully he’d pulled his jeans on. He was running a hand through his tousled hair, saw the gang, then stopped.
Silence fell.
Then several people started talking all at once.
“It was irresponsible to leave the infirmary, Marc,” North said.
“What the fuck?” Kai said.
Zeke didn’t say anything.
Sasha and Jess grinned.
Jameson scowled and pointed at me. “She went through a fucking scary ordeal, and you made a move?”
“Hey,” I snapped. “I’m not a child.”
Jameson’s scowl deepened. “She was in a vulnerable position?—”
“Bullshit,” I said. “He went through it, too. We’re consenting adults.”
“It’s none of your business who I share a bed with,” Marc said.
Jameson crossed his muscular arms and didn’t look convinced one little bit.
I walked to Marc and stood beside him. “Everything’s fine. We appreciate the concern, but it’s unwarranted.”
