Passion's Fury (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 2) by Julie Shelton Read Free Book Online

me from escaping is Simon Rafferty.”
    “Gentlemen,” Mrs. Voorhees murmured.
    “Mrs. Voorhees.” Lucas McKay ran his thumb up and down the bottom of Kylie’s foot until he was satisfied there were no remaining bits of glass.
    “Helen.  I insist.”
    “Helen.  I’m done with this foot.’  He wiped his bloody thumb on the towel covering his thighs.  “If you would be so good as to get the peroxide out of my bag and cleanse the wounds?”
    “Certainly.”  Helen Voorhees moved the stainless steel bowl closer to Kylie’s chair and positioned Kylie’s foot above it.  While Dr. McKay sprayed the numbing agent on Kylie’s right foot, the older woman found the peroxide and a gauze sponge.  She poured a slow, steady stream over the bottom of Kylie’s foot and waited for it to stop fizzing.  Then she retrieved one of the towels she’d draped over the edge of the sink and gently patted the foot dry.  She picked up a roll of gauze from the medical bag and held it up so Dr. McKay could see it.  At his nod, she ripped off the sterile wrapper and proceeded to wrap the gauze around Kylie’s foot and ankle.
    “She has clean socks in one of those Walmart bags,” Simon said, tightening his embrace around Kylie’s shoulders as she jerked and cried out.  “Christ, Lucas, what’re you doing to her?”
    “This one’s in deep,” McKay replied.  “I’m having trouble grabbing it.”  He gave Kylie a moment to catch her breath before once again bending his head to his task.  “Hang on, Kylie, we’re almost there.”
    Kylie let out a low sob, snapping her head back against Simon’s shoulder as a shriek was wrenched from her throat.  “Holy fuck!  That hurts!  Omigod!
    “Got it.”  Lucas dropped a shard twice as big as the others into the paper cup.  “Okay, sweetheart, I’m done.  You are officially glass-free.”
    “Oh, thank God!”  Kylie sagged forward in relief, tears streaming down her face.  “Sorry to be such a baby,” she sniffled, wiping her cheeks with the backs of her hands, “but that hurt like a son-of-a-bitch.”  She winced as Helen poured peroxide over this foot, then patted it dry.  Before she wrapped it, Dr. McKay put a couple of butterfly strips across the long cut to help hold the edges together. While the nurse wrapped, Lucas McKay stood at the sink, ripped off the latex gloves, and washed his hands.
    “You’re not a baby,” he assured her.  “It must have hurt like hell.  If it had been me, my screams would have been heard over by the lake.  How did you happen to be walking barefoot through broken glass?”
    “I-my house just…sort of…blew up.”
    Simon straightened abruptly, placing his hands on her shoulders.
    “Oh, my God!”  This from Helen Voorhees as she picked up the metal bowl.  Walking it over to one of the stalls, she poured the peroxide into the toilet and flushed.
    Dr. McKay frowned.  “Are you hurt anywhere else?”
    “Just some cuts and bruises on my left arm.  I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room.  The explosion happened in the back of the house, near my bedroom.  I must’ve stepped on the glass when I walked out my front door.  I-I was so dazed, I didn’t even realize it until a bit later.”
    “Merciful heavens, child, an explosion!”  Mrs. Voorhees came back, placed the bowl in the sink, and turned on the hot water.  It’s a wonder you weren’t killed!” she exclaimed.  “God was really watching out for you.”
    God.  Kylie didn’t bother to hide her grimace.  Right.  Would that be the God who told my father that the only way to purge me of all my sins was to beat the living crap out of me?  The same God who let me find my no-good boyfriend banging another woman in my bed?  The God who made me a target of Mafia hit-men?  The God who let my house be blown up and who ignored my constant litany of pleas to keep my car running?  That God?
    “I figure the back of the sofa kept me from worse injury,” was