C H A P T E R T H I R T Y - S I X
WHEN ELLE WOKE THE NEXT morning, she was alone in bed and the sun was streaming through the window. She blinked and then flinched away from the brightness before turning her head away.
Her body screamed in pain. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Every breath hurt. The nurse in the ER had bound Elle’s ribs, but Elle hadn’t been able to tolerate the wrapping. Now she wondered if she wouldn’t have been better off.
Her face and jaw were swollen, and it hurt like hell to even move her lips. Moving anything was an ordeal. She felt like she was a hundred years old.
And the problem was, she had to pee really bad.
“Cade? Merrick?”
Their names came out a mere croak. Her throat was bruised and swollen from where her assailant had choked her.
She waited a moment, but with each passing second, the need became more pressing.
Gritting her teeth, she inched her way toward the edge of the bed, tears of pain pricking her eyelids. By the time she had one leg over the side, she was gasping and tears slid freely down her cheeks.
When she finally managed to get both feet on the floor, she straightened and immediately regretted it. Her cry of pain blistered her lips, and she bent over, agony wracking her body.
“Elle, what the hell?”
Cade’s demand blew over her, and then he was there, easing her to sit back on the bed. She couldn’t even breathe around the quiet sobs and the gasps of pain.
Merrick stood in front of her, his face a mask of worry. Just beyond him, Dallas stood, concern bright in his eyes.
“What on earth were you doing?” Merrick asked.
“Bathroom,” she managed to get past stiff, swollen lips.
“Aww, honey.”
Cade slid his arms underneath her and lifted her up. She couldn’t call back the near shriek as her body was jolted. Cade swore and then stalked toward the bathroom. He set her down in front of the toilet and then unceremoniously yanked down her underwear before easing her back onto the commode.
“Oh God, this is humiliating,” she moaned.
“Shut up,” he said in an almost polite voice. “I don’t want to hear it. Get over it because right now you can’t move without causing yourself considerable pain.”
“I can do the rest,” she gritted out. “Turn around or something. This is embarrassing.”
He sighed but did as she asked. And God, but it was the most difficult thing she’d ever done to complete the task of using the bathroom. By the time she was finished, sweat had broken out over her body and she was nauseous.
Cade steered her around and then glanced into her eyes. “It hurt you when I carried you in here. Do you think it would be better if you walked?”
She thought for a minute, and the memory of the jolt of him picking her up was enough to persuade her that she would rather risk walking.
Like an old woman, she trudged into the bedroom where Merrick and Dallas stood by the bed, both frowning.
“Elle, sweetheart, don’t take this the wrong way, but I need you to show me your pretty ass,” Dallas said.
Her eyes widened, and she halted.
He held up a syringe. “I’m going to give you an injection. You’re in considerable pain, and to be honest, at this stage, those pills aren’t going to help you much. This will work much faster.”
She nodded, not even offering argument. She’d bare any part of her body if it meant getting faster relief.
She crawled onto the bed and face planted in the pillow, rolling slightly onto her uninjured side so no weight was on the injured one.
Merrick reached to carefully pull the band of her panties far enough that Dallas could swab the skin where he was going to inject her. Then the prick of a needle and the burn of medication as it pushed into her hip.
Mere moments later, she melted into the bed as the edge lessened on the pain. The discomfort became more tolerable, and she sighed in relief.
“Better?” Dallas asked.
“Better,” she mumbled against the pillow. “Can I sit up now?”
“Just take it easy and let Cade and Merrick help you,” Dallas cautioned.
As soon as she started to push upward, Cade and Merrick were there. They lifted her, careful not to touch any of the bruised areas. Then they turned her so she could sit up in bed.
The medicine made her swimmy, but she welcomed it because she wasn’t in pain.
“Thank you, Dallas,” she said, slurring her esses.
He smiled. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I had to come check on you this morning. I had a feeling you were going to hurt like a son of a bitch when you woke up.”
She grimaced and nodded. “You were right.”
“You too out of it to talk, baby?” Merrick asked.
She shook her head. “I’m okay. Just a little slower.”
“I’m going to leave you three,” Dallas said. “I’ll be back tonight after the clinic closes. If you need anything, though, call me. I’ll be right over.”
He reached down to squeeze Elle’s hand, and she smiled at him. “Thanks, Dallas.”
Cade and Merrick walked him to the door, and a moment later, they were back. They both sat on the bed on either side of her, and she glanced more closely at Merrick. His hair was damp with perspiration, and he had sweat spots on his T-shirt.
“You worked out,” she said.
Merrick looked uncertain for a moment. “Does that upset you? Cade stayed here with you the entire time. You were out like a light when I got up.”
She was temporarily dumfounded. “Why on earth would that upset me? You have four weeks until your fight. You can’t slack off now.”
Cade grinned. “Little slave driver’s right.”
Merrick relaxed. “We need to talk about Dakota.”
Elle sighed. Talk about a mood dampener.
“Don’t look like that,” Merrick said, his voice pleading.
“I may not want you to fire him, and I may think you need him, but it doesn’t mean I want to think about him or deal with him,” Elle said.
Merrick touched her hand, running his finger up and down her palm.
“Dakota and I are going to have an understanding today concerning you. I’m not going to fire him. Yet. He only gets one shot at this, though. He fucks up, he’s out. He has to understand your position in my life. A position I want you to be in very much.”
She nodded.
“The second thing we need to talk about is Dallas brought by your paperwork,” Cade said. “Birth certificate. Social security card. Everything we need to establish your identity.”
She blinked and then swallowed. This is what she wanted. She was sure of it. And yet now that it was happening, she felt a moment’s panic. It was as if it were the final step in erasing her past completely. Dissolving who she’d been and creating a whole new person.
There was a tinge of sadness, and for what, she couldn’t even place. A fleeting moment of grief for
