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the side of his cock returned for yet another visit. “
Goddamn it,
” he screamed into the roaring wind. “I don’t
want
her!
I don’t want to think about what happened with her anymore!
I
want
Abby. I
love
Abby.”
    Feeling somewhat better after the conversation with the wind, he located the astoundingly heavy gas can and dragged it to the doorway of the shed, just as a gust of wind caused the door to slam shut. On his hand. Grant let out an ungodly scream as pain whipped up his arm. “Son of a
bitch
!”
    The door swung open. “Bro?” Mac appeared out of the gloom and rain, his head covered by a navy blue foul-weather jacket. “Who’re you screaming at?”
    Clutching his hand, Grant couldn’t get a word past the agony.
    “What’s wrong with you?” Mac asked, drawing him out of the shed and into the light.
    “Hand,” Grant managed to say. “Door.”
    “Shit,” Mac said. “Let me see.”
    Grant pulled his other hand away and nearly passed out at the sight of blood pouring from an open wound in his palm.
    Mac put an arm around Grant to lead him inside. “Don’t faint.”
    “Oh man,” Stephanie said when she saw them coming. “What happened?”
    “From what I can gather,” Mac said, “the door slammed shut on his hand.”
    Stephanie took a close, assessing look. “Needs stitches.” She unearthed a clean white cloth and wrapped it around Grant’s injured hand.
    “Go easy, will you?” Grant snapped.
    She scowled at him and finished wrapping tape around the cloth.
    “Can you take him?” Mac asked her. “I came to get the other generator for the house, but I need to get back to Maddie and Thomas.”
    “I can take myself,” Grant said, standing and then swaying when the room tilted.
    “Sit your ass down before you pass out and crack your skull.” Mac pushed his brother back into the chair. “Dad’s busted skull is enough for one summer.”
    “I’ll take him,” Stephanie said. “We need to get the generator going for the fridge and freezer, though.”
    “I’ll take care of that before I split. We can close up here for the day. I checked last night and all the boats are tied down tight for the storm. Won’t be anyone coming or going today.”
    “Okay,” Stephanie said.
    As they worked out the logistics, Grant held back the growing need to puke.
    “I was going to tell you guys that since Joe and Janey are stuck here, they’re coming over to open their wedding gifts tonight. We’re making a tropical storm party out of it, so come on over.”
    Grant moaned, reminding them of his injury.
    “Stop being such a baby,” Stephanie said. “It’s a scratch.”
    Mac laughed and sent Grant a sympathetic smile. “I’ll leave you in good hands, bro. Let me know how you make out at the clinic.”
    That’s when it hit him that he’d be relying upon Abby’s fiancé to stitch him up. “Never mind,” Grant said. “I’m not going there.”
    “The hell you aren’t,” his bossy older brother said. “You want me to call Mom and sic her on you?”
    “You wouldn’t do that.”
    “Wanna bet? You need stitches and probably a tetanus shot. Don’t be a fool.”
    “I’ve got him.” Stephanie manhandled him out of the chair and had him on the way to his father’s truck before Grant even knew what hit him. She was awfully strong for such a skinny chick. Rummaging around in his shorts pocket for the keys, she rubbed against his package, startling him.
    “Watch what you’re grabbing, will ya?”
    “Nothing I haven’t already seen.”
    “Don’t remind me,” he muttered and then wanted to shoot himself for being so flippant as a flash of pain darted across her face. It was gone as fast as it came.
    She slammed the car door, narrowly missing his foot. The wind and rain followed her into the driver’s seat.
    “Just take me back to Janey’s. I don’t need to go to the clinic. I can take care of it at home.”
    Stephanie didn’t say a word as she started the truck, adjusted all the