Текст книги "Breaking a Legend"

Автор книги: Sarah Robinson

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Chapter 22

“Well, this is sexy.” Clare nodded to the sling supporting her arm.

“I don’t think bandages are supposed to be sexy,” Rory kidded, opening the taxi door for her as they left the hospital several hours later.

“Why not? I’ve got to wear it like this for weeks—is it too much to ask to have choices? Maybe pink?”

“You want a hot-pink sling?” He slid into the backseat after her and told the driver his address.

“I didn’t say hot pink, maybe a light pink. With rhinestones.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Haven’t you heard of trying to find the silver lining in a crap-tastic day?” Clare leaned in to him.

“My silver lining was when the doctor said you would be fine.”

Clare giggled. “Not as fine as a pink rhinestone sling would be.”

Rory pulled her closer against him for the rest of the taxi ride. They arrived at Rory’s apartment only a short drive later, and Rory helped her up the stairs and into his apartment, settling her into the bedroom right away.

“What about Ace? Is he doing okay?” Clare asked from where she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

“My mom told me Dr. Prentiss is working on him now, has him sedated. Apparently the tip of the knife broke off in his abdomen.” Rory’s face was twisted tortuously.

“Maybe we should be there with him.” Clare’s words caught in her throat, and she tried to push away any oncoming tears.

“No, it’s more important for you to heal right now,” Rory said firmly, but she could still see the pain in his eyes.

“But he saved my life, Rory.” She was less effective at holding back the sob this time. “I owe him. We both do.”

“I know, but you’re my priority right now. My mom’s with him, and I promise you that she will take good care of him. We’ll go in the morning once you’ve had some rest.”

Clare nodded, knowing that he was right. Dee was definitely capable of taking care of Ace just as well as, if not better than, she could right now.

“Do you want to wear these?” He turned to her, holding up one of his T-shirts and a pair of sweatpants that he pulled out of his drawer.

“Sure, but I’m going to need some help.”

“I think I’m up for the task.” His eyebrows shot up as his eyes feasted on her hungrily.

She stood up and he tossed the clothes onto the bed behind her, then gently untied the straps on Clare’s sling, moving it down and off her arm carefully. She grimaced slightly at the movement but didn’t take her eyes off of him. He was focused on the task, but his eyes were fierce. Gripping the hem of her bloodied shirt, he lifted her good arm out, then slid the fabric over her head and down her injured arm.

His eyes became hooded as his stare raked over her, catching on her lacy brassiere. He swallowed and leaned forward, reaching behind her to pick up his shirt. Her skin shivered at the proximity and he responded by nipping at the skin on her shoulder, before kissing a trail up to her chin.

She moaned, leaning in to him.

“Tá tú go hálainn,” he breathed. “You’re beautiful.”

Finally, he pulled back, leaving her unsteady on her feet as she weaved slightly. He gripped her hip in his large hand, holding her still. He then redressed her in his shirt, even though she could tell he was trying to memorize every inch of her body.

Next she used her free hand to push the waistband of her jeans down, shimmying out of them the rest of the way as Rory helped. She stepped out of her jeans, and he moved her arm back into the sling, gently reattaching the straps over her shoulder.

“All right, that’s the most I can do.” Rory put his hands up and stepped backward.

“What are you talking about?” She grabbed the sweatpants off the bed.

“I can’t, in good conscience, as a man standing in front of a hot woman, get you back into your pants. It’s not natural.”

“Maybe I should leave them off, then?” She tossed the sweatpants to the side and stared at him defiantly, only a hint of a smile revealed.

“The doctor said you needed to sleep, Clare.”

“I know.” She slid farther back onto the bed.

“You’re bad,” he teased as he crawled onto the bed over her.

He slid one hand under her waist as she lay back and pulled her the rest of the way onto the bed so her head was on a pillow. Taking care to avoid touching her injured arm, he pressed his body against hers and kissed her deeply.

After a moment, he pulled away and slid down next to her so that he was lying on his side, facing her. She instantly felt cold at the loss of contact, but he fixed that by pulling her against him. She rested her head on his arm, breathing in the smell of his cologne and finding that she was incapable of not smiling at the moment.

“You should get some rest—the pain medications will wear off soon and you need to heal as soon as possible,” he told her.

“Uh-huh, and you have no ulterior motives for that at all.” Clare twisted her free hand into his shirt.

“The perfect gentleman, as always.”

“We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?”

“A chuisle mo chroí.” He kissed her forehead, but she turned to him with a quizzical look, not understanding what he had said.

“It means that you are the pulse of my heart, you’re the reason it keeps beating, Clare. You bring me to life in a way I never could have on my own.”

“Rory,” she whispered softly, touched at his honesty.

“I love you, Clare. I’m so in love with you, and I don’t know why it’s taken me this long to tell you, but I can’t wait another day. I think I’ve been in love with you since the first day I saw you.”

Clare smiled at him, reaching around to wrap her good arm around his neck and wiggle her body as close to him as possible. She pressed against him and he responded by pulling her in tighter, his hand locking around her lower back.

“Táim i ngrá leat, Rory,” she whispered shyly to him.

Rory’s eyes widened. “Did you just say you’re in love with me in Irish?”

“Well, I tried to—I’m not sure I said it right.” Her cheeks were flushing with embarrassment.

She had researched how to say it days ago, hoping to surprise him.

“It was perfect, and you are perfect.” He smiled and kissed her. “Tá tú iontach.”

“I understood that one!”

“Because I just said it in English first, silly.” He kissed her forehead again.

“You can’t prove that.”

“Go to sleep, silly woman.”

She relished the rumble in his chest against her cheek as he spoke.

Yawning, she nodded and huddled closer against him. It didn’t take long for her to drift off.

–

Clare screamed as Travis lunged at her, knife above his head ready to strike. She punched and kicked with all her might, but not a single blow actually connected. He continued his swift approach and she turned to run, but a familiar splitting pain ran through her arm.

“Clare! Wake up!” Rory was shouting at her when she opened her eyes, panicking. She found herself staring into his beautiful silver eyes, fraught with worry.

“What?” She blinked a few times, feeling confused and shaky.

“You were screaming.” He moved until he was on his side in the bed. She looked around, realizing it was already the next morning and she was back in Rory’s apartment and there was nothing to fear.

She frowned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why.”

“Nightmare?”

“I guess.” She pushed herself up onto her good elbow. “How’s Ace?”

“Mom said he made it through the surgery pretty well. They got the tip of the knife out and stopped a lot of the internal bleeding. He’s still sedated, though. Dr. Prentiss said he wanted to give his body some time to heal. He is worried Ace will try to do too much too soon, otherwise.” Rory’s misery was painted on his face.

“I’m so sorry, Rory. This is all my fault,” Clare whimpered, feeling so guilty, as she watched him get up out of bed and walk around to her side.

“It’s not, mhuirnín. Ace used to be a fighter dog, remember? Personally, I think the fact that he protected you is a great sign. He was raised to just protect himself—everyone else was the enemy. Not only has he recently become more friendly toward you and a few other people in my life, but now he’s protecting his people, too.”

“He’s an amazing dog.”

“The best,” Rory agreed, helping her to sit up in bed before he picked up a mug from the nightstand and handed it to her. She peered into the mug to see steaming hot coffee, and her stomach grumbled in response.

“When you’re ready, we need to visit Ace and see how he’s doing. After we can head down to the station.”

“Fun,” she grumbled, lifting the coffee and taking a big gulp of the warm liquid. Satisfied as the drink poured down her throat, she smiled.

“We don’t have to go right this second, but better sooner than later. I know it’s not something you’re looking forward to, but it’s important to keep Creighton locked up.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“I’ll be with you—there’s nothing to be afraid of. He won’t be anywhere near you,” Rory assured her, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning over her legs.

“I’m not scared of him. I’m more scared of it all catching up to me.”

“What do you mean?”

“He was right, Rory. I’ve not always been this person. I’ve done so many things I’m not proud of.” She frowned, studying her fidgeting hands.

“Like I haven’t? Everyone makes mistakes. You did what you needed to do to survive.”

“Did I? Or did I do what was easier at the time? Did I lie for him and sell drugs for him just because I needed someone around to take care of me? He wouldn’t have been able to take care of me if he was in jail; maybe that was all I cared about then.”

“I think that’s pretty natural for someone who’d lost her parents at a young age. Plus, even if you were that person once upon a time, you’re not now. You’re unbelievably independent, and have been since I met you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” He kissed her.

“Maybe that’s true, but it still doesn’t make it right.” Clare still felt guilty. “I’ve done some really bad things, Rory. You shouldn’t be with me.”

An unassuming smile took over his face. “Clare, I know about your past already.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m a Kavanagh. I don’t have a choice when it comes to people in my life—I have to know their backgrounds before getting involved,” he confessed.

She gasped, putting together the pieces. “You did a background check on me?”

“My dad’s associates did,” he said, nodding sheepishly at her.

“Why wouldn’t you just ask me?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me about it earlier?” he countered, and she nodded, knowing he was right but still feeling a little irritated at the invasion of privacy.

“You should have warned me you have no boundaries,” she scoffed angrily.

“See? I’m not too good for you.”

“Hell, I might be too good for you now,” she said, trying to hide her smile, but failing miserably at the farce.

“Perfect for each other,” he teased.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“Unbelievably in love.” He kissed her, and she didn’t pull away. In fact, she found her body betraying her and doing the exact opposite. His lips against hers were perfect, melting away every stressor in her body as she leaned in to him.

“Forgive me yet?”

“I’m thinking about it,” she whispered, goading him, “but I might need more convincing.”

He smiled suggestively before weaving one hand up behind her neck and pulling her to him. His lips caught hers and hungrily devoured them. Her breathing increased heavily as she pressed her chest into his and coiled one hand into his shirt. He nibbled gently at her lip, pulling her to him even deeper. She gasped as his other hand snaked up to find her breast, catering to her body’s needs.

“I should stop,” he said huskily as he pulled just ever so slightly away from her lips.

“Why?” she whimpered, wanting more.

“Because if I don’t now, I won’t be able to at all.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

He motioned to her arm still in the sling. “You need to heal.”

“What if I get a doctor’s note saying it’s okay?” she teased, tantalizingly.

“Then nothing is going to stop me.” He winked at her, standing up from the bed and pulling open his dresser to find clothes for the day.

She watched him get changed while she finished the rest of her coffee. She was greatly enjoying seeing him partially undressed, then fully nude, as his muscled skin taunted her. She wanted to run her hands all over him. Well, at least my one uninjured hand, she thought to herself.

“I love you,” she said again, watching him. He smiled and turned back to her, warmly surveying her.

“Táim i ngrá leat, mhuirnín.” I love you, my sweetheart.

Chapter 23

Rory gave his mother a greeting hug when he and Clare walked into Dr. Prentiss’s office, where Dee was waiting with Quinn, who must have traded places with his father at some point overnight. “Thank you so much for staying with him, Ma,”

“Of course, baby.” She smiled at him before turning to hug Clare.

“Hey, guys,” Quinn greeted them, carefully avoiding Clare’s injured arm as he, too, hugged her. Rory shook his hand stoically, his worry about Ace not putting him in the mood for social niceties.

“Is Ace doing okay?” Clare asked.

“He’s awake, but still a bit groggy and confused. I’m sure he will love to see you two, though,” Dee told them.

“I’m going to go back and see him,” Rory announced. Clare followed him as he pushed through a door into the back of the office.

They entered a large room containing several kennels and shelves full of medical equipment. A large table to one side of the room was covered in towels, and Ace was lying across them on his side.

“Hey, buddy,” Clare said softly as she came up beside him and stroked his neck. His eyes slanted up at her and he made a small whimpering sound, but didn’t move.

“Jeez, Ace,” Rory mumbled, stricken by the large bandages across his dog’s side. The end of Ace’s tail flickered lightly, but then rested.

Dr. Prentiss joined them a few seconds later. “Hey, kids.”

“Doctor, how is he?” Rory immediately asked as Clare pulled up a stool to the edge of the table and sat with her one hand wrapped around Ace’s paw and her good arm petting his head.

“He’s going to make a full recovery,” the vet reassured them, smiling proudly. “It was touch and go there for a while. Quite a bit of internal damage was done, so the recovery process will be slow.”

“But he’s going to be okay?”

“Yup, he’ll just have another scar to add to the collection.”

Rory surveyed Ace, realizing for the first time how many scars the poor dog had collected over his lifetime.

“He does have a lot, doesn’t he?” Clare solemnly echoed his thoughts.

“He’s been through a lot.”

“He’s a hero; he saved my life. He deserves a medal,” Clare stated, leaning down to kiss Ace’s head. He watched them all intently, his tail flicking slightly every now and again.

“They going to charge the son of a bitch who did this to him?” the vet asked.

“I hope so—he’s in custody now. We’re going to the station after this to make our reports,” Rory told him.

“Good, I hope they nail the bastard.”

“If I have anything to say about it, they will do a lot more than just that,” Rory muttered angrily, remembering everything that had happened. “When can we take him home?”

“Depends. Will someone be there to care for him round the clock? He’ll need a lot of help over the next week or so,” Dr. Prentiss told them.

“I will, yeah—I’ll be off work anyway, thanks to my arm,” Clare said without hesitation. Pride swelled in Rory at how affectionate and caring she was for his dog.

“All right, then, he can probably go home with you tomorrow. Let me monitor his vitals for the next day, just to make sure he stays on this path. After that, he’ll just need a lot of love and care, which we can do here, but I think he would enjoy being with people he knows more,” the vet explained.

“I agree,” Rory said.

“Plus, Clare, it can be a little extra vet training for you. You’re starting school soon, right?” Dr. Prentiss said.

“Yeah, I am…” She sounded lost, like she had forgotten.

“Win, win for everyone, then,” the doctor said, leaving the room.

Clare leaned down and kissed Ace again, whispering something to him in his ear that Rory couldn’t hear. She then continued to caress him affectionately. Rory squeezed her shoulders as he watched and joined in petting every once in a while. They stayed with Ace for another hour or so, before heading over to the police station to give their accounts of yesterday’s events.

–

“You’re really milking this, aren’t you?” Rory griped, while still smiling at Clare as she lay on his couch next to Ace.

“We’re practically veterans. Have some respect.” Clare tucked the throw blanket under her legs and cocooned herself in its warmth before she resumed petting Ace, who lay spread out beside her with his head in her lap.

“Since when does that mean I have to cater to your every whim?”

“Since the moment you decided to fall in love with me,” she teased in response.

“That wasn’t a choice. My falling in love with you was like accidentally falling off the edge of a cliff; first it was a slipup, then it was terrifying, then I hit the finish line and ended up in Heaven.”

“Did you just compare loving me to dying?” She raised her eyebrows.

“Depends—was it romantic?”

“Not at all.”

“Then I didn’t say that. I compared loving you to skipping through a field of daisies.”

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “You’re so going to pay for that.”

“Are you going to punish me? I might like that.” His eyes heated as he stared at her, and she blushed at the implication.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” She chuckled, then became quiet for a moment. “I really thought I was going to die, Rory.”

“I’ll never let that happen,” Rory teased her, not picking up on the shift in her attitude.

“No, I’m being serious; I really thought Travis was going to kill me,” she repeated. “I spent years living under his thumb, watching him hurt people, hurting me. Then the last few months hiding, all to culminate in this?”

She motioned to her arm in a sling and to Ace.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, it seems anticlimactic; it seems unreal. I was so afraid for so long, and in one day everything is over? He is gone, for good?” Clare said incredulously.

“You were stabbed, Clare. That’s not anticlimactic to me. I don’t think Ace would call it that, either.” Rory tried to reassure her as he leaned down to pet the dog’s head.

“I’m not saying it wasn’t terrible. It was. It was one of the worst days of my life—but now it’s just over. He’s in jail.”

“And you don’t have to be afraid anymore.”

“See? That’s my point.” She bit her lip, contemplating how she was feeling, “What do I do with all that space now? All that space in my heart and my mind that used to be filled with fear? What now?”

“I don’t know exactly, mhuirnín,” Rory replied. Leaving Ace, he sat down on Clare’s other side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “But I think it might be kind of like when I used to be a professional fighter.”

“You still are,” she pointed out.

“Only for charity games and things like that—being a trainer isn’t really the same. But that’s not my point.” His eyebrows knit together as he thought. “My point is that fighting was my whole life. It took up every part of my entire being. When it ended, I felt empty.”

“What did you do?” she asked, leaning her head against his shoulder.

“I started popping pills like they were candy,”

“I hope you’re not suggesting I do that,” she playfully replied.

“Will you just listen to me?” He lifted her chin slightly with two fingers as he grazed his lips over hers. She found herself holding her breath as she leaned in to him farther, wanting him to kiss her. He pulled away and she whimpered in protest.

“I’m not saying to do what I did, because that didn’t work. I thought it did, for a while. I thought the pills and the booze were filling that empty space, but they weren’t.”

“So what did?”

“You did, Clare. When I met you, that’s when I realized how empty I was. You made me want to be a better person, not just so that I could be worthy of someone like you, but also for myself. You made me look at my life differently, appreciate what I have, and see that happiness can be found in something as simple as someone’s smile.”

“Rory”—she kissed him softly—“that was beautiful.”

“I am known to be romantic every once in a while.” He kissed her back and slid a few strands of hair behind one ear.