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sounds coming from the library.
“I think you ruined their party spirit,” she said.
“I hope so,” he replied. Turning, he captured her for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. “Just wait. When I’m healthy, I’ll be chasing you around the place.”
“In your dreams.” But she was smiling. Despite everything, she loved him more than life itself.
She helped him get back into bed and she could see by the strain in his face that he’d probably overdone it. She wished he would listen and take it easy. She could see he was in pain again. If only he would listen.
Mykal tried to avoid wincing as his back cramped up. This was what the pain medication was for, but when he took it, he paid too high a price. He was going to try to tough it out. He needed his head clear so that he could think about what was about to happen to him. He wasn’t sure, at this stage, that he liked it.
He’d always considered himself a free spirit. Some had even called him untameable at one point in his life. And now he had a chance to be one of the royals? One of those people who drank tea with their pinkies sticking out? One of those miserable bastards who stood around in dress uniforms at boring luncheons? One of those sad sacks who followed daily schedules drawn up for them by weaselly assistants who insisted on rules being followed? That wasn’t the life for him. He would smother in that thick pea-soup sort of atmosphere. If that was what it was all about, better that he turn it down right away and save everybody a lot of time.
But he wasn’t sure yet. He needed some time, some space. He needed to think. Looking at Janis, he knew he needed something else, too, but as far as he could tell, he didn’t have a woman of his own. Once the pain faded a bit, maybe he could find one—maybe one who looked as good as this one sitting across from him. He grimaced, fighting back the thought. Messing around with employees was never a good idea.
Still, he enjoyed her sinuous movements and the way the two ribbons of her silvery-blond hair linked around her collarbone. Surely she had a man in her life. Some guy was lucky to have her.
That was what he needed, someone just like Janis. A woman who captivated the imagination as well as the libido. Someone with a soft, provocative touch and a sensual smolder. He had vague stirrings just thinking about it. He looked into her eyes.
“Ready for some medication?” she asked hopefully.
He smiled. “Why would I need medication when I have you?”
“Oh, brother.” She loved that he flirted with her, but she hated it, too—and that was a reaction she didn’t even want to begin analyzing.
She wished she could help him. If he knew she was his wife, would he let her do more? If she told him who she really was, could he stay calm? Should she go ahead and do it? That was the question that was torturing her.
He wouldn’t remember what had happened anyway. But if he knew they were married, that they had once been in love, then he might be able to accept her in the role of his wife and she could make these decisions for him, give him better support. But until she assumed that place in his life, how could she dare to even try?
She examined his bandages and brace and then looked back at him. He seemed so unprotected. And he was moving too much. Maybe he should take the medication. It had been a long time since the medics had given him that last dose. Yes. She made up her mind. She’d hesitated, mostly because of his brother being so strangely insistent. But now she knew it was necessary.
“I think it’s time you took something,” she said, trying to sound brisk and professional, rising from the couch. “It’s been over four hours. I’ll just go into the bathroom and…”
“No.” He said it with a finality that quite put an end to the matter. “I’m not going to take any more of that stuff. I want to clear my head and begin to live again.”
She drew her breath in, tottering between
“I think you ruined their party spirit,” she said.
“I hope so,” he replied. Turning, he captured her for a moment, looking deep into her eyes. “Just wait. When I’m healthy, I’ll be chasing you around the place.”
“In your dreams.” But she was smiling. Despite everything, she loved him more than life itself.
She helped him get back into bed and she could see by the strain in his face that he’d probably overdone it. She wished he would listen and take it easy. She could see he was in pain again. If only he would listen.
Mykal tried to avoid wincing as his back cramped up. This was what the pain medication was for, but when he took it, he paid too high a price. He was going to try to tough it out. He needed his head clear so that he could think about what was about to happen to him. He wasn’t sure, at this stage, that he liked it.
He’d always considered himself a free spirit. Some had even called him untameable at one point in his life. And now he had a chance to be one of the royals? One of those people who drank tea with their pinkies sticking out? One of those miserable bastards who stood around in dress uniforms at boring luncheons? One of those sad sacks who followed daily schedules drawn up for them by weaselly assistants who insisted on rules being followed? That wasn’t the life for him. He would smother in that thick pea-soup sort of atmosphere. If that was what it was all about, better that he turn it down right away and save everybody a lot of time.
But he wasn’t sure yet. He needed some time, some space. He needed to think. Looking at Janis, he knew he needed something else, too, but as far as he could tell, he didn’t have a woman of his own. Once the pain faded a bit, maybe he could find one—maybe one who looked as good as this one sitting across from him. He grimaced, fighting back the thought. Messing around with employees was never a good idea.
Still, he enjoyed her sinuous movements and the way the two ribbons of her silvery-blond hair linked around her collarbone. Surely she had a man in her life. Some guy was lucky to have her.
That was what he needed, someone just like Janis. A woman who captivated the imagination as well as the libido. Someone with a soft, provocative touch and a sensual smolder. He had vague stirrings just thinking about it. He looked into her eyes.
“Ready for some medication?” she asked hopefully.
He smiled. “Why would I need medication when I have you?”
“Oh, brother.” She loved that he flirted with her, but she hated it, too—and that was a reaction she didn’t even want to begin analyzing.
She wished she could help him. If he knew she was his wife, would he let her do more? If she told him who she really was, could he stay calm? Should she go ahead and do it? That was the question that was torturing her.
He wouldn’t remember what had happened anyway. But if he knew they were married, that they had once been in love, then he might be able to accept her in the role of his wife and she could make these decisions for him, give him better support. But until she assumed that place in his life, how could she dare to even try?
She examined his bandages and brace and then looked back at him. He seemed so unprotected. And he was moving too much. Maybe he should take the medication. It had been a long time since the medics had given him that last dose. Yes. She made up her mind. She’d hesitated, mostly because of his brother being so strangely insistent. But now she knew it was necessary.
“I think it’s time you took something,” she said, trying to sound brisk and professional, rising from the couch. “It’s been over four hours. I’ll just go into the bathroom and…”
“No.” He said it with a finality that quite put an end to the matter. “I’m not going to take any more of that stuff. I want to clear my head and begin to live again.”
She drew her breath in, tottering between
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