An obnoxious clanging sound permeates the tense silence of the waiting room as Luke’s cell starts vibrating across the coffee table.
He snatches it up, notes Krista calling and quickly sends it to voicemail and shoves it in his pocket. It pauses for a beat and then starts vibrating again. Then again.
Finally, he puts it to his ear. “Not really a great time, Krista,” he snaps.
“Luke, I just heard. How is he? How are you?
“How did you hear already? Logan hasn’t even gotten to the hospital yet.”
He hears his producer sigh on the other end of the line and can almost picture her grimace. “Paparazzi listen to police scanners.”
This was the last thing he wanted to deal with right now.
“You’re a doctor,” Lucas states quietly, his eyes focused on his hands and the bloody towel he held against Jax’s chest hopefully preventing his best friend from bleeding to death.
“I’m a trauma surgeon.”
“Is he going to make it? He can’t die.”
Ash is silent for a moment, knowing professionally she can’t make that promise. But the raw emotion in his whispered plea is affecting her more than usual. She looks at him, waiting for Lucas to meet her gaze.
“We’re not going to let him die.”
He stares into her eyes for a moment, resolve banking the fear, and nods slightly.
“You were worried? About the tape and my reaction. You thought I might end this?”
Lucas stiffens and nods reluctantly. “I was afraid you might, yeah.
“I’m sorry you were worried.”
“I’m sorry you were hurt.”
She smiles at him, hooking her fingers in his belt loops and pulling him closer to her. “I know you would never hurt me.”
Brushing her hair back from her face, he searches her brown eyes intently. “You do?”
Nodding, Ash presses a kiss to the center of his chest, above his heart. “Let’s see what I can do to convince you, I’m not going anywhere.”
Immediately Ash turns her attention to Gabby, who was frantically scrambling across the tiled floor of the lobby.
Across the floor to an immobile Jax and the pool of blood slowly growing around him.
Lucas paled and sprinted to his side.
“Gabby assess his leg. I’ll work on his chest wound. Lucas call 911 and find us some towels.” Ash began barking orders, shouldering him out of her way so she could kneel at Jax’s side.
Cold dread spread through Luke’s muscles holding him in place. Jax couldn’t die. He’d lost too many people. He couldn’t lose Jax.
“Lucas!” Ash’s sharp call jarred him out of his stupor. He met her brown eyes something unspoken passing between them, reassuring him. “Towels. 911.”
Luke’s fist glimpse of Ash.
But Lucas couldn’t have told you what any of the others looked like because all he saw was her. She was tall and slender with soft curves covered in dark jeans and a black backless top. Her dark hair was long, falling midway down her back in soft shiny waves. Her skin was flawless, pale and smooth and begging to be stroked. The door jingled, indicating another customer walking in and she turned, a wide smile lighting her features and he swallowed wanting to be the one to put that smile on her face for the rest of his life.
What the fuck is wrong with me? He shook his head, attempting to clear it, but her dark brown eyes lingered. God those were gorgeous eyes.