Chapter 15
“Kipp? Baby?” A warm hand was stroking over my hair, along my cheek, down my arm.
I managed to get an eye open. “Hyde?” He looked haggard. “What happened? Where are we?” My words came out scratchy.
“You had a reaction to the prawns; you’re at Martinsburg Memorial.”
I realized the hospital bed was at a forty-five degree angle and I was just wearing my undershirt and boxer briefs. Well, at least I wasn’t in one of those gowns that left my ass on view to whoever might care to look. Although…I wouldn’t have minded if Hyde was there to view it. I couldn’t help a weak smile at that thought. Hyde took umbrage.
“Dammit, Kipp, why didn’t you tell me you were allergic to shellfish? I’d never have let you eat them!”
“Didn’t know.” My mouth tasted awful, and it felt so dry I thought I
