thick he’d replaced the box
spring with a board, turning the frame into a platform bed. If he
hadn’t, a person would’ve been likely to get a nosebleed climbing
onto it.
After shaking out the covers and fluffing the
pillows, she headed toward the door and stiffened at the sound of
thumping.
“Luke!” She dashed out of the room and found him
hopping down the hallway. “Stop right there, you idiot. I’m not
staying here to watch you fall flat on your face.”
“All right. Don’t get your panties in a twist.” He
leaned against the wall while she retrieved the wheelchair and
waited for him to settle in it.
“If you pull a stunt like that again, I’ll use your
handcuffs to shackle you to your bed until your first doctor’s
appointment.”
“I never took you for the kinky type, Princess.” A
mischievous glint twinkled in his eyes as he grinned back at her.
“But I’m up for a little game of bondage if you are.”
Heat flooded her face at the thought of Luke at her
mercy. He’d be surprised by how kinky she could be after years of
imagining his naked body entwined with hers. She steered the
wheelchair into his bedroom. “Why on earth don’t you chop a few
inches off the bed’s legs so it isn’t quite so high?”
“Because I like it this way. It leaves plenty of
room for storage underneath, and umm —considering how tall I
am, it’s a lot easier on my back when I’m makin’ it.” The deep
flush spreading up his neck told her he hadn’t merely been
referring to smoothing out the sheets.
She slapped her hands over her hot cheeks. She had
to get a hold of herself. “Uhhh, do you by any chance need to use
the bathroom before you get into bed?”
“If I do that, how will I run you ragged?”
She shoved him over to the door and locked the
wheels before helping him up. Wedging her shoulder in his armpit,
she supported him while he hopped to the commode.
“I think you’d better sit down.”
“The day I sit to pee is the day I start wearin’ a
skirt.” He lowered his cast-encased foot to the floor and fumbled
with his fly.
“You’re not supposed to put any weight on that.”
“I’m not, damn it. I’m just balancing myself. Now,
are you gonna leave, or do you wanna watch me take a leak?”
She backed out of the room and waited outside the
door until the toilet flushed. When she knocked and walked back in,
Luke lifted one arm and sniffed under it. “Man, I need a shower. I
stink worse than the dogs smelled the day I found them.”
“You’re not taking a shower.”
“Why not? They gave me a waterproof liner in my
cast. The nurse said I could even swim in it.”
“Not tonight. I don’t trust your balance while
you’re hopped up on pain meds. Maybe in another day or so, when the
swelling subsides and you no longer need the pills.”
“Then would you at least get me a washcloth so I can
get rid of my stench?”
She pulled out a clean towel and washrag from the
narrow closet behind the door. “Once you’re undressed, sit on the
toilet lid while you wash, so I can stop worrying about you
standing on that foot.”
After watching him struggle for several seconds to
open a single shirt button with just his left hand, she brushed his
fingers away. “I’ll do it. We’ll be here all day otherwise.”
She quickly unfastened his shirt and parted the two
halves. As she stared at the dark hair sprinkled over his muscular
chest, her mouth turned as dry as if she’d been sucking on cotton
balls.
“Do you always gawk at your patients?”
Lifting her gaze to his amused face, she licked her
lips, trying to work up enough moisture to speak without croaking.
“N-no. But then most of them sleep with teddy bears.”
“Oh, right.” He smiled and pulled his left arm out
of the shirt while she gently eased the other sleeve over his
sprained wrist. “What about while you were doing your different
rotations in college? You took care of adults then.”
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