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in. Red nails were
tacky, cheap. He never wanted that again.
    He gripped her bone-skinny wrists and shook his
head.
    “Penny, stop.” He might be awake, but his mouth was
yet to kick in, he pushed her gently away and did the sheet up tighter. “What
are you doing here?” Ok, that might have been a stupid question seen as what
she was wearing, but still, what the fuck? He hadn’t seen hide-nor-hair of her
for nearly a year, and now this?
    “I should think that obvious.” She reached for his
sheet again. Josh batted her hand away and earned a scornful look for his
efforts.
    “No, I mean, what the fuck are you doing here?” He
took a deep breath and another step back. The woman was backing him into a
corner and he didn’t like it at all.
    “I miss you. I told you that the other night on the
phone.” She dropped her gaze to his sheet-hidden cock and lifted a saucy brow.
“You have something that I want.”
    She went to her knees in front of him. Josh stared
as she glanced up and licked her lips suggestively. The image of Sammy laid on the busy country road crying silent tears inside her
helmet filled his mind, and Josh shook his head, taking a step sideways, away
from a now stunned-looking Penny.
    “Get up, and go home. I am not in the mood.” Josh snapped,
irritated that he had even let her get this far.
    Sammy lay in the hospital alone and he was here,
fucking considering having sex with his ex?
    Penny scoffed loudly behind him. “What the fuck—”
    Josh didn’t want to hear her words, her very voice
made his lip curl. How did I ever imagine my life with her?
    “Key.” He
held out his hand and stared at her. His tone was a bark, his expression, he
hoped, showed her how much he hated her.
    Penny glanced at his hand and back up. A nasty
expression, very much like a spoiled brat, covered her face a moment before she
slapped the key into his palm.
    “I will not offer again,” she snapped.
    Josh merely raised a mocking brow and closed his
hand around the key. “Good. Now fuck off.”
    Penny stormed out, tying her coat as she went. Josh waited
for the sound of the slamming door, turned on his heel and moved for his
wardrobe. He yanked on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, stuffed his feet into his
boots and headed back to the hospital.

 
    Chapter
Eleven
     
    Sammy sat up in her bed and stared at the television,
not really listening. She was too immersed in her own thoughts and nagging
pain. Rachel had visited, which meant that she had fussed like a ninny for an
hour and a half and then left in a flap. Sammy loved her, but today, she could
have done without the frantic energy her friend brought with her. All Sammy
really wanted to do was curl onto her side, another
impossibility because of the damn splint, and sleep.
    Josh had left early this morning, saying he was
going for a shower and that he would come back. He hadn’t, which wasn’t a
surprise considering she’d told him not to. Sammy turned and looked out the big
square window and watched as birds flew past, and clouds floated by. The sky
shone a bright blue, but all she could think about was, why the heck she told him not to come back? Why did I act coy and uncaring, when his presence is all I want right now? Because I didn’t want to look desperate.
    The nurse breezed in and began her routine checks.
Sammy tried to sit up higher and cringed as her ribs and bruises surged in pain.
She was relieved when the nurse helped her. “Are you sure I only broke my leg?”
Sammy asked.
    The nurse smiled warmly and plumped Sammy’s
cushions, being careful not to knock her leg. “We will send you down for some
more x-rays today,” she said as she wrote on Sammy’s chart.
    “What? Why?” Sammy asked, frowning. She didn’t feel
like anything else was broken, though she had said it. Sammy was sure it was
just bruising and sore muscles that made her so stiff.
    The nurse looked up and smiled, “Because this is
just a temporary splint we put on yesterday. We had