Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(13)

His hair was longer. It clipped the tops of his shoulders but was shoved behind both ears as if he impatiently tucked it there often. The only resemblance she could find to Seth was the color of his hair and eyes. They both had beautiful blue eyes, though Seth’s were lighter. And their hair was a darker shade of brown.

“Tell you what,” he finally said as if coming to a decision. “For now, let’s go inside so I can take a look. Until I know what we’re dealing with, it’s senseless to have this argument.”

He reached for her, to help her, but she pushed at his hand.

“I can walk. I’m okay.”

His mouth turned down into an expression of disapproval, but he didn’t press. He simply took a step back and waited for her to get out.

She swung her legs out and tried to get down too fast. Her feet hit the ground, and a moan escaped as the action jarred her upper body. Michael cursed, and before she could protest, he pulled her into his side, supporting her weight as they started for the house.

Once inside, the heat washed over her, thawing some of the numbness in her limbs. What should have felt like heaven quickly became hell as more feeling washed into her arm.

Michael sat her on the couch and knelt in front of her, his intense gaze finding hers. “I’m going out to my truck to get my bag. I don’t want you to move.”

She tried to smile but her lips quivered with the effort. “I thought you were a vet.”

His eyes lightened and he smiled. “I am. But people…animals…what’s the difference?”

She laughed at his joke but promptly shut up when the movement proved too much.

He got up and hurried out and once again she found herself staring around Seth’s house, taking in the smells and atmosphere of a home.

It lacked a woman’s touch, but then she’d seen no evidence that Seth was involved with someone. He’d kissed her. Acted like he cared, though she couldn’t wrap her brain around that. She hadn’t done anything to encourage his attention—she wouldn’t have. She’d spent too much time trying to make herself invisible.

Life was for others to live. It was for her to survive.

Michael returned a moment later carrying a large duffel bag that he set on the floor in front of the couch. He knelt back down in front of her and took her hand in his, his fingers moving carefully over hers in a soothing manner.

“We need to get your sweater off, but I don’t want to pull it over your head so I’m going to cut it away from your arm so I can see where the bleeding is coming from.”

She glanced between her arm and him and then nodded. He seemed relieved by her acceptance and opened his bag to take out scissors.

He started at her wrist where the tattered cuff of her sweater all but swallowed her hand. He worked methodically upward until the sleeve fell apart in two distinct pieces. She sucked in her breath when she saw the blood seeping down the inside of her arm.

“Do you have anything on underneath the sweater?” he asked gently.

“A T-shirt,” she said huskily.

“Okay, good. I’m going to cut away the sweater. It’s not salvageable anyway.”

In a few more seconds, he had the sweater completely peeled away and she chanced another look at her arm. Blood was smeared over the entire upper portion. She blinked, trying to see what was wrong, what had happened, but the world seemed woozier than it had a moment ago.

“Take deep breaths,” Michael said. “And look away. Focus on something else.”

Something else. What? He touched her arm, and she flinched even though it didn’t hurt.

“Sorry,” he murmured “I need to get this cleaned up. What happened out there, Lily? Can you tell me?”

“I don’t know. It was all so crazy. Everyone was shouting and running. There was so much gunfire. I didn’t know where to go so I just ran.”

“Looks like you may have taken a stray bullet,” he said grimly.

Her head swung back to stare at him in shock. “Shot? I was shot? But I don’t remember. I mean I didn’t feel anything. My arm didn’t start hurting until I hid in the alley, but…”

“Adrenaline will do that to you sometimes. You were in fight-or-flight mode. The pain didn’t hit you until you came off that rush.”

“Is it…is it bad?”

He brushed his finger down the line of her jaw and lingered at the dip in her chin. “It’s not too bad. Looks like a graze. I really think I should take you to the hospital. If it’s money you’re worried about¾”

She shook her head before he could continue. “It’s not that. I mean no, I don’t have insurance or a way to pay, but I hate hospitals. I won’t go back there.” She shivered and looked away, causing his hand to fall. “Never.”

He blew out his breath. “I can’t make you go, Lily, even if it’s what I think you should do. I can stop the bleeding—the wound isn’t very deep—but infection is my primary concern. I’ll give you some topical ointment but I’d really rather you have a shot. Do you have any idea how long it’s been since your last tetanus?”

She almost laughed. It was such an ordinary conversation. One she might have with her family doctor. Things hadn’t felt normal in so long.

“I’ll be fine.”

The front door burst open and Seth flew inside, his gaze immediately lighting on Lily. His brow furrowed, and a mixture of concern and confusion crossed his face.