Before the blinding pain set in, the first and last thing I saw was a pair of perfect breasts in my face. A woman in a sports bra was bent over me, tears sparkling in her dark eyes.
Baker towered behind her.
Dani was to my left.
Another EMT I didn’t know shined a powerful floodlight on all of us.
An oxygen mask blew cool air up my nose.
“Can you hear me?” the woman asked, her voice creaking with thinly veiled panic.
I nodded, and it fucking hurt.
“Do you know who I am?” She leaned closer.
Her long black hair had fallen over one shoulder, and the side of her head was shaved. A line of metal staples started at her temple and disappeared behind her ear. The metal reflected faint blue and red emergency lights flashing somewhere in the distance.
I forced my watery eyes to focus. She had a slender makeup-less face, with high cheek bones and light-tan skin speckled with what looked like black ink. Her full lips were naturally rosy, and her striking wide eyes were a rich walnut, circled with a black ring.
She was hot—whoever she was.
I shook my head.
Her expression melted like someone cranked up the heat underneath it.
I breathed in deep, bones grinding and crackling somewhere inside my chest. Stars twinkled around the woman’s disappointed face as excruciating pain swept through me. My eyes fell to her cleavage one more time before everything swirled to black again.
