'Freaking pervert.'
Eric was mid-rant in his head, cursing Mike in hissix ways, when a soft, warm voice floated in from the hallway. It hooked him instantly—sweet enough to turn heads just by sound alone.
"Grandma, the doctors here are amazing. In a couple days, a really great one doctor is coming to treat you. You'll get better, I promise."
The girl's voice was like honey—soft, sticky, the kind that stirred a primal urge to shield her. Eric had heard plenty of women speak, but this one hit differently, yanking his attention like Sera legs had once glued his eyes to her. Suddenly, he needed to see her—see the face behind that voice.
He knew he shouldn't move. Walking? Out of the question. One big step could rip his stitched-up rear wide open. But the itch in his chest wouldn't quit—like a swarm of ants crawling under his skin.
