“You have every right to react however you want. You got beat up.” Spike stroked Paul’s chest gently, careful to avoid the side with the drainage tube.
Paul whispered something in his ear, and Spike nuzzled against his lips.
In spite of what happened when I was fifteen, I considered myself a peaceful man. Right now, though, I wanted blood, and I knew from experience it wasn’t hard to kill a man. When Vince got his hands on the son of a bitch who’d done this to Paul, I hoped he’d kill him.
“Well, have fun, Sweets,” Paul said.
“Huh?” Oh, he was talking about my date. “Spike will need a ride home.”
“Vince can drive him.”
“Unless the nurses let me stay?” Spike turned his head to gaze at Paul, his expression hopeful.
“We’ll ask, baby.”
“Well, I’m going home now,” I said. “I want to start getting ready.”
“Sweets, it’s only five. You’ve got some time.”
“I know. But you know I don’t like to wait until the last minute.”
“Sure, babe. Go ahead. I’ll see you tomorrow.”