up his hand. “I won’t hurt her unless it’s to calm her. I’ll give her whatever she needs in the form of support and help, but she won’t have my heart, Mom. I’ve seen firsthand what that can to do a person.”
“Not all mates are like your father and I were. Some live for years and years happily and in love. Don’t let what happened to me and him sour you.”
Misha didn’t say anything. What would be the point?
“Misha, please don’t go into this with a shield around your heart. She may fall in love with you.”
“Then that would be her loss.” Misha closed his eyes, hoping that his mom would leave it alone. He didn’t want to talk about his mate and what she may or may not do.
His dad hadn’t wanted a mate …wanted children less, he supposed. Every time he sired a son, he would spend a little less time at home and more with his buddies. It wasn’t until Phillip had been born that he’d told them he wasn’t returning until one of them had something to offer him. Misha had no idea what that might be, and after twenty-four years, he didn’t really care anymore.
After dozing for a while, Misha woke to find himself alone. There was a note on his shirt from his mom telling him she’d gone for tea. Misha stood up to stretch and made his way to the nurse’s station. Hannah had been in surgery for well over two hours, and he was curious as to how much longer they would be.
“She’s in recovery now, Mr. Lanning. Your mom said she’d wake you when she returned. Miss Oliver hasn’t been out long, ten minutes I think. The surgeon was able to remove the shards of metal from her cheek and repair any lasting damage she might have had. He said that she will have very little in the way of scars. Her back….” She pulled up the chart and read it before continuing. “There was a great deal of old and newer scar tissue there that he was also able to repair. He notes here that she had been beaten severely before, but no work was done to close some of the deeper cuts. Doctor Hudson said that was what took him the longest, stitching up the places where he had to cut away her old scars.”
Misha wasn’t surprised that she’d been beaten before last night , but he was that she’d gotten no care. According to what Rider had found so far, she’d been treated every time when her mother had been. He frowned and thought about all the things this was telling him when his mom touched his shoulder. He told her what the nurse had said.
“Then I’ll go home.” She started away when he told her he’d go as well. “You won’t stay here with her?”
“No. I have things to do and sitting around waiting for her to wake won’t get them done. I have a couple of the younger ones from the leap here , but there is no reason for me to be here when I have things to do.”
“Misha, she’s going to need someone here to explain to her what’s going on. She’s going to wake alone and hurting. You don’t want to be here for her?”
“Mom, I’m sure she’s done this countless times. I have to go to the office and finish paperwork on our last case. She’ll be fine. As I’ve said, there will be others here if she needs them.” His mom huffed, and he smiled. “You should get that taken care of. It sounds very serious.”
“I hope she gives you a wonderful time with this. And in the event you don’t understand me, I’m being sarcastic.” He told her he’d gotten it but wasn’t worried. “She’s going to make you dance a jig around her, and I’m glad I’m going to be here to see you fall flat on your face. You’re going to be so twisted up over her you’re not going to know which way is up.”
“Never.”
Misha took his mom home and then drove to the office. He wasn’t surprised to see two of his brothers’ trucks there and went inside, closing his door behind him to his office. He was hoping for some peace and quiet, and knew that so long as his door was shut, they’d give it to him. He was
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