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Deefor ran to the open bedroom door.
    “Not yet.”
    After he’d finished the sitting up exercises, Conrad took a deep breath, rose to his feet and took his first step. His knee buckled and he almost went down. Fuck. He should know better than to expect some miracle every time he got up, but he did. No miracle with his cock either.
    He made it to the bathroom without using the crutches and felt a surge of satisfaction. Maybe he should dispense with them. He’d managed yesterday after a fashion. He showered, dressed and headed for the kitchen. He’d leave the treadmill and the bike until the afternoon. The exertions of yesterday had taken their toll and his entire body ached this morning.
    Deefor sat in front of the fridge. Conrad got the message and gave the dog the remains of the packet of ham. Sheer luck he’d not thrown it away. He had no idea whether dogs were allowed to eat processed meat, probably not, but it had gone before Conrad refilled the water bowl. He looked at the wet sandy clothes on the floor and sighed. Since he’d sacked the people who picked up after him, he’d have to deal with the clothes himself, but not yet. Deefor ran to the back door and jumped up.
    “Okay, okay.”
    When he opened the door to let him out, he saw the guy he’d pulled from the sea sprawled across the step. Conrad blinked in astonishment, assuming for a moment he must be hallucinating, but after a longer blink the guy was still there and not moving.
    “Shit.”
    Deefor peed on a rock, bounded back to the house, jumped over his owner and trotted inside.
    “So much for being man’s best friend,” Conrad said. “Doesn’t he even get a lick?”
    Clinging on to the doorframe, he crouched down and his stomach lurched in a way he’d not experienced for some time. Would that be since yesterday, dickhead? While he’d been with Malachi he’d never been tempted by another guy. He might have admired a tight arse, bright eyes or cheeky grin but Malachi had been all he’d needed.
    The guy was around Conrad’s age, and about his height. Fuckable. The thought was accompanied by a significant thickening in his groin, and he gave a quiet moan. Of course, this was the perfect time to get the hard-on he’d been longing for, over a dead body lying on his doorstep. No doubt a heterosexual dead body.
    Well, not dead but unconscious, which was only slightly better. What the hell was the guy doing here? Oh right, he’d come for his dog. But the back door? Though Conrad wouldn’t have heard a knock at the front while he’d been in the shower. He brushed the guy’s cheek with his fingers, shocked by how cold he felt.
    After attempts to rouse him failed—he wasn’t going to kiss Sleeping Beauty, though the thought had crossed his mind, but he didn’t want to get thumped in the face for his trouble—Conrad managed to get his arms under the man’s shoulders and heave him inside. The rain started just as he pulled him over the threshold.
    But once he’d dragged him into the kitchen, he couldn’t go any farther without resting. He shoved the door closed and collapsed on his back at the guy’s side, his heart pounding hard enough to hurt. When he’d hoped for life to be less boring, looking after an attractive albeit unconscious man and his demanding dog hadn’t been what he had in mind. He knew he ought to phone for an ambulance. The guy probably needed to be back in the hospital. He wondered why they’d let him out.
    He turned his head to face him and found the surfer staring at him with the darkest blue eyes he’d ever seen, his pale face already assuming an olive hue in the warmth of the kitchen. His gaydar pinged but lack of practice made it too unreliable for Conrad to be sure. His cock tried to come out and take a look for itself and he begged it not to.
    “We have to stop meeting like this,” Conrad said.
    The guy gave a choked laugh.
    “I was trying to drag you to my bed, but didn’t quite make it.” A gentle flirt