“Great idea,” he said, and flopped backward onto the bed. “I’m done in. Maybe you wouldn’t mind doing all the work on this round. I’ll take up the slack on round two.”

“Don’t move,” she commanded.

He flashed another brief smile. “Love it when you go all dominatrix on me.” He closed his eyes. “I’m all yours …”

She snatched his keys and his phone and ran out to his truck, thumbing through his contacts until she found Hudson.

“Yo,” he answered. “You’re alive. Thanks for answering your texts, asshat.”

“It’s not Aidan,” she said. “It’s Lily.”

“He all right?” Hudson immediately asked, going from pissed to emergency calm in zero point two.

“I think he needs stitches, but he won’t even admit he’s bleeding.”

“Of course not, he’s an idiot. Where is he?”

“My place. It’s—”

She was talking to dead air. “Damn Kincaids and their phone etiquette.” She unlocked Aidan’s truck and found his first-aid bag. She locked up the truck, turned back to her building, and plowed right into Hudson.

She put a hand to her heart. “You both need bells around your neck,” she said.

He took the duffel bag from her, shouldered it, and took her hand, pulling her along at his pace, which meant she was nearly running.

“He’s not bleeding out,” she promised.

“Of course not. He’s too ornery for that.” Inside, he headed straight for her bed and sat on the mattress at Aidan’s side. He looked over his brother’s injuries, swore, then strode into the bathroom, where she could hear him washing his hands. When he came back, he started digging into the bag.

“I’m fine,” Aidan muttered.

“You’re a dumbass,” Hudson responded.

Aidan opened his eyes and slitted Lily a look of amusement, which vanished quickly when Hudson squirted something over Aidan’s raw chest.

Aidan swore the air blue.

“Suck it up,” Hudson said, and tore open a pack that looked suspiciously like a suture kit.

“What are you doing?” Lily gasped, when Hudson began stitching up Aidan, who lay there perfectly still, his hands fisted in the bedding beneath him.

“Don’t worry,” Hudson said without looking up from what he was doing, which, near as she could tell, was torturing Aidan, given the seriously profane muttering still coming from his mouth.

Don’t worry? Was he kidding? She felt bells clanging in her head, and her vision got cobwebby. “You’ve … done this before?”

“I became a pro on Jacob, although I think this one puts Aidan in a dead tie.”

She made a sound that was pure anxiety, and Hudson spared her a look, narrowing his eyes. “You going to faint?”

“No!” Maybe …

He held her gaze, his own steady. “I need a cold, damp washcloth or something and a glass of ice water. Lily,” he said firmly, when she just stared at him. “Go.”