Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) - Plot & Excerpts
The scent didn't bother her as much as the length of stitches, piecing Carter's swollen mouth back together, marking a black track from the left side of his bottom lip almost down to his chin. As she watched he laughed and leaned forward so Scott and Landon, who both stood by his temporary ER bed, could see the stitches inside his mouth. The room spun like a twirl-a-whirl and Dean caught her elbow. "Breathe, sweetie. He's fine. Just showing off his 'war wounds'." Must he? Her concern stepped aside and common sense took over. She didn't need to be here. She needed to be . . . In a nice hot bath with a bottle of tequila. Enough to completely blank out what I just saw. As her gaze flitted away from Carter, it locked with Landon's. He opened his mouth—then stood and lightly punched Carter's arm. "I'm going to go pick up a few things for you, patch-face. Demyan, you mind giving him a lift back to the hotel when he's cleared?" "Sure thing," Scott said. Landon shuffled past her and Dean, pausing when Carter called out to him.
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