Stroker: A Bad Boy Sports Romance (39 page)

Deacon stands in the middle of his brothers, the three of them watching me sitting on the board below, knees to my chest and convulsions continuing to rack my body no matter how much I try to suppress them.

Deacon shakes his head. The anger has dissipated, but he’s still not happy about it. “You know, I’d say you’re lucky to be alive, but luck’s got nothing to with it. I’ll take you back into town, get the doctor to look over you, but after that I suggest you find your way back to the airport. The last fucking thing we need out here is another dead kook who thought they were Kelly fucking Slater.”

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