It was official. Hunter’s driver had the personality of a malnourished junkyard dog when he was in pain and wasn’t getting his way. A total contrast from the calm and collected man Hunter had known for years.
“Geez, who knew you were acquainted with so many curse words?” Hunter deadpanned from where he stood at the foot of the bed, glaring down at the man.
Jericho huffed out a breath of air like a raging bull. “Just get these damn needles and wires off me. I don’t want to be here a second longer.” He waved his uninjured arm, or rather, he attempted to. The arm barely made it off the bed because Jericho was still weak from all the blood loss, and Hunter doubted he could stand on his own two feet if he tried.
Hunter was almost tempted to let him try. At least when he fell and landed on
