Chapter 9
“Love the bandages.”
Quinn opened his eyes and immediately closed them to block out the glare of light coming from…Where the hell am I? Barely opening them again, he took in his surroundings. White walls, door, window. Not the cabin. A hospital? And Brent. Brent!
“You’re alive,” Quinn said, relief flooding through him as he looked at his husband.
Brent took Quinn’s hand, holding it tightly, replying through battered lips, “So they tell me. More importantly, so are you. For a while there I was afraid…” He stuttered to a stop. “All that blood.”
“What happened?” Quinn asked, trying to remember.
“River shot you. Thank all that’s holy, the bullet only fractured your skull and didn’t penetrate.”
“You always did say I’m hard-headed.” Quinn scanned Brent’s face, assessing the dama
