"No, he just redirected his anger onto you." I roll my eyes, shaking my head...stopping when his hand cups the side of my face. "Then it worked Red."

"Knox." I sigh out, this man was giving me whiplash.

"We were interrupted last night, in the nightclub." His hands fall onto my hips as they pull me onto his lap, my body now straddling him. "You need to heal."

"I'm healed. I believe you were on me like this last night...do you want to know what was going through my mind?"

"The wound shows otherwise." I can feel his nose smelling at my hair as I continue to unravel the dressing to show bruising.

"And no...not right now. I need to get some more medicine for you..." I go to move off him, the wound still needing my attention.

"It can wait..." He grips my chin within his thumb and forefinger, those dangerously deliciously brown broody eyes devouring mine. He pulls me into his lap more, I can feel his arousal beneath me. Typical male, he was on the brink of death a few hours before. He rolls my hips into him, the temptation alone taking all my willpower...a moan escaping me.

His mouth touches mine, his tongue running across my bottom lip...wanting access.

When it comes to him, it seems I have no self control. My lips part just enough for his tongue to plunge forward, a hand tangling in my messy bun from behind. I try to fight the kiss at first, he was still recovering but having been inhaling his scent throughout the night my resolve isn't as strong as it should be.

His intoxicating presence under the watchful glow of the moon testing me. He was meant to be my patient throughout the night, not a male that seems to have already stepped into my dreams at night. A male that has the power to break me.

A knock on the door breaks our lips apart, his hands remain on me but for once it is me that moves away...I know that knock. That is the knock of my Dad.novelbin

Straightening my clothing and sorting my even messier hair bun I move to the door, Knox's eyebrow risen as he watches me compose myself.

"Morning." I greet Dad with a whisper as I open the door ajar.

"I wanted to check on the patient...have you been in here all night?" His eyes fall upon me as I yawn, rubbing at my face.

"Yes, I needed to make sure he didn't get an infection."

"And how is he?" Dad takes a step through the door, his eyes falling upon Knox resting on the bed...pretending to be asleep.

"I was just checking his wound, redressing it." His eyes scan the room, to my horror he smells the air.

"I'll get someone to watch him, you need to rest Josie."

"I'm fine, I need to get to the hospital this morning, I'll rest after that."

"You work half your shift." He demands.

"Dad!"

"No, Josie...half your shift. If you aren't back for lunch, I'll come and get you myself." I bite down on the argumentative response...he meant well and just worried about me. "Have you heard from Jace?" I whisper as my eyes scan the corridor outside in the hope he had returned in the night and I just hadn't heard him.

"No, not yet."

"He'll be alright Josie." Dad reassures me with a gentle squeeze on my hand.

As Dad walks away I close the door, my back resting against it as I sigh out, my eyes turning to Knox. Worry making me feel nauseous.

How can Dad be so laid back about Jace's erratic behaviour, and how can Jaxon just let him leave.

"What is it?" Knox calls out to me as he starts to stand up off the bed.

"I need to find Jace, can I borrow your bike?"

"You can ride?" He uses the wall as support to walk towards me, a hand gripping at his side.

"I'm a fast learner, can I borrow it?"

"No..." He growls out as he closes the gap between us.

"No one rides it but me. So...I'll take you wherever you need to go."

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