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My eyes opened just as Huck walked in the room. He closed the door, then turned to me. “You still fucking high?” he asked.
How the hell was I supposed to know? He wasn’t Shiloh Ellis, so that was a good sign that I wasn’t tripping anymore.
“Not sure,” I muttered.
“Do you remember Shiloh Ellis coming in here with the doc?”
Fuck.
“Yeah, I’m still high,” I confirmed. “Because you wouldn’t be talking about fucking Shiloh.”
Huck muttered a string of curse words. “You’re not fucking high. Shiloh is in the damn kitchen. But I told Carmichael to get someone else. He said to give him a couple days. He needs to find someone he trusts and who’s willing to come into this house and work.”
I groaned. “Sure. Whatever,” I mumbled and closed my eyes. Once the fucking morphine wore off, I wasn’t taking any more of that shit. Hallucinating was supposed to be fun.
“Fuck, Gage. Will you listen to me? She’s going to bring her ass up here to check on you in a few minutes. She was in a car accident two years ago and now has fucking amnesia and doesn’t remember shit. At least nothing before the accident. Carmichael called it retro … fuck, I can’t remember.”
I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? My fucking subconscious is not this creative.”
He scowled. “Carmichael explained it in more detail. He picked up that we fucking hate her and of course had no idea we knew her. She didn’t say anything because she doesn’t remember shit.”
Amnesia? I had to process this. That girl had fucked with my head. No, she’d fucking ripped out my heart. After her, I’d never given anyone else the chance to get close enough to matter. My life was good. I’d gotten what I’d wanted. The Hugheses trusted me and let me in the family. This was what I was meant to do, and for a moment, I had almost let that bitch take it away from me. I didn’t love her—that emotion was bullshit. She had been an obsession I couldn’t shake, even when she fucked me over. It had taken me too long to get her out of my head.
“Question is, can you handle her staying? You need someone who can take care of you during the day, and for now, she’s all we’ve got.”
Could I handle seeing her? She didn’t mean shit to me anymore. Whatever I’d felt for her had been dead for years. If she didn’t remember anything, then what the fuck did it matter if she was here?
“I don’t give a fuck. I just need to get this shit healed so I can get out of this fucking bed and go kill the fuckers who put me here.”
“She doesn’t act like the same person,” Huck pointed out. “Just want to make sure where your head is. Where Shiloh Ellis is concerned … well, she was your crazy trigger.”
He paused, and I knew what he was fucking thinking. That was no longer the case. She didn’t hold that power over me anymore.
“Not anymore. That shit is dead.”
Huck nodded. “All right. Then, until we get a replacement, she stays.”
He turned and walked out of the room, and I stared at the ceiling. She might not remember, but I did. I wasn’t that stupid pussy-whipped kid anymore. Life had changed.
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