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at the base of his dick just from allowing himself one tiny image of how her slender legs would look in those heels.
    Christ, talk about inappropriate. But it wasn’t as if he could help it. He was one big ball of testosterone whenever he found himself around her. Luckily for him though, he was able to pull back on all that happy-happy-joy-joy that typically took place in his pants. Wasn’t too difficult when the bandages around her wrists and ankles were such a vivid reminder of everything she’d been through.
    The timing couldn’t have been more perfect when an orderly strolled into the room pushing a wheelchair. Tye took over and positioned the chair beside the bed without saying a word. He locked the chair in place, moved to the front and simply held out his hand and waited.
    She studied his eyes first before dropping her gaze to his waiting hand. He clenched his jaw as every other muscle in his body froze. He wouldn’t force her to take his hand, he wouldn’t utter even a single word to talk her into it. That was a rule he had with women, one that he never faltered on. Nothing was ever to be forced.
    After what felt like an eternity, she slipped her fingers over his palm. He blew out a heavy breath and had her settled in the chair within a few racing heartbeats. “Ready?” he asked.
    “As I’ll ever be.”
    “This isn’t a death sentence, you know.” He hated seeing her so despondent. “I guarantee you’re going to love the old place.”
    She slid him a look that said “We’ll see,” as he moved behind the wheelchair. She stayed tight-lipped the entire ride to his truck, and only murmured a few ow s and easy s as he helped her climb in and get situated. By the time he handed off the wheelchair to the orderly and jumped in on his side the cab, she’d already closed her eyes and had her head lolled back against the headrest. She didn’t move a single muscle as he turned the key and the truck roared to life. And as he steered out of the hospital parking lot and onto the street, he figured that was probably just as well.
    Ten minutes into the drive, she broke the silence. “Can we stop…” She cleared her throat, drew her eyebrows together and started again. “Can we stop by my place?”
    With her head still against the headrest, she turned to look out the side window when he glanced over at her. It surprised him that she asked to go there, especially since she avoided saying she wanted to go home when they spoke last night.
    “Just for a minute,” she went on in a whisper, now looking down at her hands in her lap. “I need a few things. Clothes and stuff.”
    “Sure,” he said, doing his damnedest to keep the conversation between them relaxed. When she groaned a little and shielded her eyes with her hand, he unclipped a pair of sunglasses from the visor and held them out to her.
    “Oh. Thanks,” she said, putting on the shades. “Turn left up here on Maple. It’s the red one about halfway down.”
    He knew exactly where she lived, but didn’t tell her that. All he did was nod as he changed lanes and flipped on the turn signal. He watched her with his peripheral vision, and as they got closer to her house, she noticeably tensed. Her once lax fingers were now clenching into fists in her lap and she chewed on her lower lip. Uneasiness radiated off her, which only served to raise his hackles. His shoulders bunched as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. With one eye pinned on her, he scanned the rest of the neighborhood.
    Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Something had her riled, though. Something she was keeping close to the cuff. Something she was keeping from him . He was damn certain he’d get to the bottom of whatever it was eventually, but now was not the time to grill her or make any sort of demands. If he did, she’d close up tighter than a drum and he’d lose any forward momentum he’d created with her so far.
    So instead, he