Chapter 18

I Kat rifle through the cupboards of the medical room as quickly as I can before someone catches me. When I open the cupboard above my head, a roll of bandages falls out, bouncing off my head onto the floor. Dammit. I’m sure I saw some in here. I know I did because I wondered why the hell Dante even had them in his house. Chasing after the errant bandage, I wrack my brain to recall which cupboard they were in. I’ve hardly been in this room lately. I don’t know if that’s because Dante’s men are no longer getting themselves into any scrapes that need my attention, or whether it has anything to do with Joey’s return almost three weeks ago and her protective older brother doesn’t want his injured men in the house. Whatever it is, I haven’t been using any of my nursing skills and I’m wondering exactly how I’m paying off my brother’s quarter of a million dollar debt. I spend my days reading or walking the grounds — and mostly avoiding Joey. But I spend every night in Dante’s bed and occasion