Precious Angel (Alpha Province #4)(9)

By: Becca Van

“This is Jayson, Jenson, and Jordan Cannon,” Broden pointed at each man as he said their name. “Jayson found you passed out in your car and called me.”

“Thank you,” Kenzie said.

Jayson rose, picked up his chair, and carried it closer to the bed. She was shocked when he clasped her hand in his. “You’re welcome, honey. How are you feeling? Are you in a lot of pain? Is there anything I can get you? Are you hungry?”

She opened her mouth to answer but with the pain meds still coursing through her system, she couldn’t keep up with everything he’d asked in rapid-fire succession and quickly closed her mouth again.

“Give her a chance to answer a question before you ask another, Jay.” Jordan stood, grabbed his chair, and then carried it around to the other side of the bed. Jenson shoved to his feet, picked up his seat, and then put it down next to Jayson.

Even though she couldn’t help being attracted to the three handsome men, she was also very wary. All she’d ever experienced with the opposite sex was disappointment and pain. She was still in pain and didn’t like having them so close to her. Her heart slammed so hard against her ribs it hurt, and even though she was panting shallowly, she couldn’t seem to fill her lungs with enough air. Sweat formed under her arms and between her breasts, but she shivered.

Jayson squeezed her hand to draw her attention. When she noticed he was frowning with concern, she realized he’d seen her reaction. “Take as deep a breath as you can and hold it for the count of five, honey, then release it slowly and inhale again.”

Kenzie whimpered and shook her head, all the while trying to tug her hand from his. She glanced toward the end of the bed for the doctor, but he must have left the room while her attention had been on the three men.

Jayson released her hand, stood, nudged his seat out of the way, and backed up. Jordan and Jenson did the same and she sighed with relief. She didn’t like feeling crowded by men, especially after what her father had done to her for years on end.

“Do I scare you because of this?” Jayson pointed to his eye patch.

She frowned and wondered what the hell he was talking about, but a light flicked on when she realized he and his brothers had misconstrued her reaction because they had scars. Anger surged, chasing away her fear and anxiety. If her ribs hadn’t still been aching so much, she would have surged upright and crossed her arms beneath her breasts and scowled at him. Kenzie couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She had scars on her back and the back of her legs, although, to be fair, these men wouldn’t have seen the damage her pseudo father had done to her over the years, and she wasn’t about to show them or tell them about it, either.

“No, you don’t scare me because of your scars,” she answered angrily. “I don’t give a shit about the marks on a person’s body. It’s what’s inside that counts. I’ve never judged someone by their outer shell, but you obviously do.”

“I think you need to apologize, Jay,” a tall, dark-haired woman said as she entered the room. She glanced at the huge man who followed behind her. “Hi, Kenzie, I’m Emmy. I thought I’d come and see how you’re doing.”

Kenzie nodded and tried to smile but she couldn’t seem to drag her gaze away from the big, handsome brute of a man who stood in the doorway. He was watching Emmy with a smile on his face and lust in his eyes. She wasn’t attracted to him, but she could see how much he loved the other woman. Before her mom had died and her dad had started drinking, she’d dreamed about a man looking at her like that, dreamed about having someone to love and who loved her in return. Those dreams had slowly dwindled each time her father had beaten her. They’d been childish and now that she was older, more mature, she knew that there was no such thing as a happy-ever-after.

Her parents had fought constantly, and her mom had been so unhappy. She had no idea why she stayed married to that asshole. He’d been so cold toward her mother. Kenzie suspected her mom had accepted the marriage proposal because of lack of money and hope that she could make a relationship with the prick work. It hadn’t been a happy home and while they’d argued constantly, it had been all she’d known. Then the asshole had turned his anger on her.

She pushed thoughts aside and tried to remember what the other woman had asked. After dragging her eyes from the other guy, she met Emmy’s gaze. “I’m okay.”

“That’s Jett. He’s one of my husbands.” Emmy said as she walked closer to the bed.

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