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looked at Faulkner as if he had three heads. “Of course I’m not perfect, Faulkner. You’re the perfect one.”
“I think we’ve had this conversation once already. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
He’d led her into her bedroom and pulled back the covers. He’d tucked her in, scrubs and all, kissed her on the forehead again and whispered, “Sleep well, Shy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cheyenne hadn’t thought much about it then, she’d been too tired and frazzled from the drugs coursing through her system, but now, in the light of day, it was freaking her out. Faulkner would see her today? Had they made plans and she didn’t remember? Cheyenne didn’t know if she was ready to spend time with Faulkner…normal time together that was. Without bombs, bad guys, drugs and her being a damsel in distress. She figured he’d get as far away from her as possible, especially after her diarrhea of the mouth last night. Cheyenne buried her head into her pillow and groaned, remembering how she’d actually told him he probably hung out with a gang of hotties. Who said things like that? Darn drugs.
Cheyenne sat up, ready to get out of bed and tackle the shower, when her bedroom door opened and Faulkner strolled in.
What the freaking hell?
Cheyenne pulled the covers back up her body until she clutched them under her chin.
“Good morning, Shy. I hope you feel better this morning?”
Cheyenne could only stare at Faulkner in stupefaction, and nod.
“Words.”
Cheyenne had forgotten that about him. Faulkner liked to hear verbal confirmation of his questions. “I feel better.”
“Good. I made you some breakfast, we can eat after you shower.”
“Breakfast?” Cheyenne could only stare at Faulkner in bewilderment. “I don’t have anything to eat in my apartment. I’m pretty sure that was one of the four hundred and fifty four things I blabbed to you last night, that I now wish I hadn’t.”
“You’ve got food now. I called Fiona, the wife of one of my teammates. She went shopping this morning and brought over a shit ton of food. It should be enough to last you for a while.”
“Fiona?” Cheyenne tried to shake herself out of the weird dimension she felt like she’d fallen into.
“Yeah, Fiona. Now, come on. Get up. Let’s see about removing those bandages. We’ll see how they look and if I think your arms look good enough, you can shower. You can do that after the bandages are gone.”
Cheyenne tilted her head at Faulkner, but did as he asked. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat on the side.
Dude put a hand under her elbow and helped her stand. When Cheyenne had her legs firmly under her, he backed away and waited for her to make her way to the bathroom, which was connected to the little bedroom.
Cheyenne walked in front of Faulkner into the bathroom.
“I’ll give you a minute to take care of business, then I’ll be back to help you with those bandages.”
Cheyenne thought she couldn’t have been any more embarrassed than when she’d remembered what she’d babbled last night to the gorgeous man waiting for her in her bedroom, but she’d been wrong. She hurried through using the toilet and brushing her teeth and was standing in front of the sink with her head down, leaning on her hands when Faulkner returned.
He stood behind her and rested his hands next to hers on the counter. Cheyenne could feel his heat along her back. His body was one big muscle and she loved how he felt against her. She felt safe and cared for. It was crazy, but it was also a feeling she knew she couldn’t get accustomed to. She should be more freaked that this man, this stranger, had apparently spent the night in her apartment, and was still there, but she couldn’t muster up the outrage. He’d done nothing but take care of her. Cheyenne knew she could trust him, but she wasn’t sure why he’d spent the night.
“Why are you here?” Cheyenne asked seriously, lifting her head to look at
“I think we’ve had this conversation once already. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
He’d led her into her bedroom and pulled back the covers. He’d tucked her in, scrubs and all, kissed her on the forehead again and whispered, “Sleep well, Shy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Cheyenne hadn’t thought much about it then, she’d been too tired and frazzled from the drugs coursing through her system, but now, in the light of day, it was freaking her out. Faulkner would see her today? Had they made plans and she didn’t remember? Cheyenne didn’t know if she was ready to spend time with Faulkner…normal time together that was. Without bombs, bad guys, drugs and her being a damsel in distress. She figured he’d get as far away from her as possible, especially after her diarrhea of the mouth last night. Cheyenne buried her head into her pillow and groaned, remembering how she’d actually told him he probably hung out with a gang of hotties. Who said things like that? Darn drugs.
Cheyenne sat up, ready to get out of bed and tackle the shower, when her bedroom door opened and Faulkner strolled in.
What the freaking hell?
Cheyenne pulled the covers back up her body until she clutched them under her chin.
“Good morning, Shy. I hope you feel better this morning?”
Cheyenne could only stare at Faulkner in stupefaction, and nod.
“Words.”
Cheyenne had forgotten that about him. Faulkner liked to hear verbal confirmation of his questions. “I feel better.”
“Good. I made you some breakfast, we can eat after you shower.”
“Breakfast?” Cheyenne could only stare at Faulkner in bewilderment. “I don’t have anything to eat in my apartment. I’m pretty sure that was one of the four hundred and fifty four things I blabbed to you last night, that I now wish I hadn’t.”
“You’ve got food now. I called Fiona, the wife of one of my teammates. She went shopping this morning and brought over a shit ton of food. It should be enough to last you for a while.”
“Fiona?” Cheyenne tried to shake herself out of the weird dimension she felt like she’d fallen into.
“Yeah, Fiona. Now, come on. Get up. Let’s see about removing those bandages. We’ll see how they look and if I think your arms look good enough, you can shower. You can do that after the bandages are gone.”
Cheyenne tilted her head at Faulkner, but did as he asked. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat on the side.
Dude put a hand under her elbow and helped her stand. When Cheyenne had her legs firmly under her, he backed away and waited for her to make her way to the bathroom, which was connected to the little bedroom.
Cheyenne walked in front of Faulkner into the bathroom.
“I’ll give you a minute to take care of business, then I’ll be back to help you with those bandages.”
Cheyenne thought she couldn’t have been any more embarrassed than when she’d remembered what she’d babbled last night to the gorgeous man waiting for her in her bedroom, but she’d been wrong. She hurried through using the toilet and brushing her teeth and was standing in front of the sink with her head down, leaning on her hands when Faulkner returned.
He stood behind her and rested his hands next to hers on the counter. Cheyenne could feel his heat along her back. His body was one big muscle and she loved how he felt against her. She felt safe and cared for. It was crazy, but it was also a feeling she knew she couldn’t get accustomed to. She should be more freaked that this man, this stranger, had apparently spent the night in her apartment, and was still there, but she couldn’t muster up the outrage. He’d done nothing but take care of her. Cheyenne knew she could trust him, but she wasn’t sure why he’d spent the night.
“Why are you here?” Cheyenne asked seriously, lifting her head to look at
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