Theirs to Keep (Tangled Hearts Trilogy #1)(68)

Cade steered her around and then glanced into her eyes. “It hurt you when I carried you in here. Do you think it would be better if you walked?”

She thought for a minute, and the memory of the jolt of him picking her up was enough to persuade her that she would rather risk walking.

Like an old woman, she trudged into the bedroom where Merrick and Dallas stood by the bed, both frowning.

“Elle, sweetheart, don’t take this the wrong way, but I need you to show me your pretty ass,” Dallas said.

Her eyes widened, and she halted.

He held up a syringe. “I’m going to give you an injection. You’re in considerable pain, and to be honest, at this stage, those pills aren’t going to help you much. This will work much faster.”

She nodded, not even offering argument. She’d bare any part of her body if it meant getting faster relief.

She crawled onto the bed and face planted in the pillow, rolling slightly onto her uninjured side so no weight was on the injured one.

Merrick reached to carefully pull the band of her panties far enough that Dallas could swab the skin where he was going to inject her. Then the prick of a needle and the burn of medication as it pushed into her hip.

Mere moments later, she melted into the bed as the edge lessened on the pain. The discomfort became more tolerable, and she sighed in relief.

“Better?” Dallas asked.

“Better,” she mumbled against the pillow. “Can I sit up now?”

“Just take it easy and let Cade and Merrick help you,” Dallas cautioned.

As soon as she started to push upward, Cade and Merrick were there. They lifted her, careful not to touch any of the bruised areas. Then they turned her so she could sit up in bed.

The medicine made her swimmy, but she welcomed it because she wasn’t in pain. Finally not in pain.

“Thank you, Dallas,” she said, slurring her esses.

He smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I had to come check on you this morning. I had a feeling you were going to hurt like a son of a bitch when you woke up.”

She grimaced and nodded. “You were right.”

“You too out of it to talk, baby?” Merrick asked.

She shook her head. “I’m okay. Just a little slower.”

“I’m going to leave you three,” Dallas said. “I’ll be back tonight after the clinic closes. If you need anything, though, call me. I’ll be right over.”

He reached down to squeeze Elle’s hand, and she smiled at him. “Thanks, Dallas.”

Cade and Merrick walked him to the door, and a moment later, they were back. They both sat on the bed on either side of her, and she glanced more closely at Merrick. His hair was damp with perspiration, and he had sweat spots on his T-shirt.

“You worked out,” she said.

Merrick looked uncertain for a moment. “Does that upset you? Cade stayed here with you the entire time. You were out like a light when I got up.”

She was temporarily dumfounded. “Why on earth would that upset me? You have four weeks until your fight. You can’t slack off now.”

Cade grinned. “Little slave driver’s right.”

Merrick relaxed. “We need to talk about Dakota.”

Elle sighed. Talk about a mood dampener.

“Don’t look like that,” Merrick said, his voice pleading.

“I may not want you to fire him, and I may think you need him, but it doesn’t mean I want to think about him or deal with him,” Elle said.

Merrick touched her hand, running his finger up and down her palm.

“Dakota and I are going to have an understanding today concerning you. I’m not going to fire him. Yet. He only gets one shot at this, though. He f**ks up, he’s out. He has to understand your position in my life. A position I want you to be in very much.”

She nodded.

“The second thing we need to talk about is Dallas brought by your paperwork,” Cade said. “Birth certificate. Social security card. Everything we need to establish your identity.”

She blinked and then swallowed. This is what she wanted. She was sure of it. And yet now that it was happening, she felt a moment’s panic. It was as if it were the final step in erasing her past completely. Dissolving who she’d been and creating a whole new person.

There was a tinge of sadness, and for what, she couldn’t even place. A fleeting moment of grief for someone she couldn’t remember.

“Elle?”

“Who knows if that’s even my real name,” she said in a cracked voice.

Cade cupped her chin and then quickly pulled his hand away so he wouldn’t touch the bruised, swollen part of her face.

“You’re Elle to us,” he said gently. “You’re Elle Walker soon to be Sullivan, and that’s all that matters.”

“I don’t think we should get married yet,” she blurted.

Merrick’s face immediately went dark, and Cade frowned.

“Why the hell not?” Merrick demanded.

Cade shot him a warning glance, and Merrick snapped his mouth shut.

“Why not, honey?” Cade asked in a quieter tone.

“Distraction,” she said honestly.

She turned her gaze to Merrick, determination edging her words.

“You have four weeks to get ready for this fight. And you know what? I want a honeymoon. There’s no way getting married now helps you get ready for this fight. It’s time away from your training.”