Thoughtful(97)

After my fist connected with his jaw, the man went to the ground and the knife skittered under a table. I went for the guy, eager to finish this, but he scrambled away from me. Without a glance back, he fled the bar; his friend quickly followed him. Pete’s was deathly quiet for a long time, then noises slowly started up again.

Flexing my aching hand, I turned to find Kiera. “You okay?” I finally asked her.

As I watched, the tension seemed to melt right off her. “Yeah, thank you, Kellan…guys.” She looked over all of us, then her eyes settled on Griffin, still standing at her side. “You can get your hand off my butt now, Griffin.”

I felt a little light-headed as I laughed at my opportunistic bandmate. A playful smile on his face, he pulled his hand back and held it in the air. “Sorry. Mind of its own.” He winked at her, then drifted over to Matt. Talking about the incident, the pair walked back to our table.

Evan stayed near Kiera and me. I kind of wanted him to leave so I could make sure Kiera was fine. He was eyeing me with concern though. “You okay, Kell? Did he get you?”

Cringing, I turned my body toward Kiera. She seemed even more concerned than Evan was. She must not have noticed that he’d nicked me. I put my hand under my shirt, feeling the point of pain along my ribs. I felt the wetness on my fingertips, and wasn’t surprised in the slightest when there was blood on my fingers when I pulled them back.

Kiera flipped out at the sight though. “Oh, God…” She grabbed my hand, examining the red, then lifted up my shirt to inspect the damage. I had a pretty decent-sized slice along my ribs. It was bleeding quite a bit, but I didn’t think it was very deep. It would close on its own. Kiera didn’t seem to think so. “Kellan, you should go to the hospital.”

“He barely got me. I’m fine.” I smiled and raised an eyebrow at the fact that she was still holding my shirt up. She let it drop, then grabbed my hand again.

“Come on,” she said, pulling me away.

She led me through the swarm of curious onlookers, then to the back room. She got some first aid supplies from there, then we headed back out to the hallway. Ordering me to stay put, she ducked into the women’s room to make sure it was empty. I was patiently leaning against the wall, waiting for her when she returned.

“This isn’t necessary. I’m fine,” I said, as she grabbed my hand and led me into the bathroom.

Once the door closed behind us, Kiera scowled at my stubbornness. “Shirt off.”

I smiled. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all. “Yes, ma’am.”

I took my shirt off, then held it in my hand as I waited by the sink for her to fix me. The thought of her fingers on my bare skin gave me a chill, although I wasn’t looking forward to the pain she was about to cause me. Just the fabric of my shirt touching the cut had sucked. I could take it though. It would be worth it to have her caress me.

She turned on the water and soaked a towel. When she brought the rag to my wound, I sucked in a sharp breath; it was cold, and it stung. Kiera actually grinned at my reaction, which I found amusing. “You’re such a sadist,” I muttered. She didn’t like that. She gave me an appealing put-out expression that she probably thought was a nasty glare. I laughed.

Her ministrations more gentle, she asked in a disbelieving voice, “What were you thinking, going up against a guy with a knife?”

I struggled through the searing ache at my side. I hoped she finished soon, or I might start whimpering, and that would be really embarrassing. “Well, obviously, I didn’t know he had a knife.” Kiera pressed the towel firmly into my side, trying to stanch the blood. “I wasn’t about to let him keep touching you like that.” Anger flooded through me as I remembered his hands on her. Bastard. He should be the one with his side split open. Hopefully he at least had a headache.

Kiera and I locked gazes and all the anger left me. She was so beautiful, so caring, so warm and tender. She was amazing. She pulled the towel away, and a satisfied smile touched her lips. I looked down and saw that the bleeding had stopped. Good. I hated hospitals.

As she opened the bandage, I couldn’t help teasing her. “He can’t touch you like that if I don’t get to. It’s against the rules.” I laughed and Kiera slapped the bandage on my side. A flash of pain seared through me, and I made a mental note to not irritate a woman when she was patching me up. Words to live by.

Remorse crossed Kiera’s face and she gently stroked her fingers over the cover, flattening the edges. “Well, it was stupid—you could have been seriously hurt, Kellan.” She swallowed a hard lump in her throat, and I clearly saw how much the idea bothered her. She’d miss me if I was dead and gone. No, she’d mourn me. That was surprisingly comforting.