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Faulkner in the mirror.
“Because you need me.”
“But we don’t know each other.”
“We know each other better than some people do after a couple of dates.”
“Yeah, but we haven’t even been on a date.”
“Which is something I mean to remedy soon.”
“Do you have a comeback to everything I say?” Cheyenne was frustrated with Faulkner’s calm and rational answers to everything she brought up.
“Yes. Now, are you ready for the bandages to come off?”
Cheyenne nodded, then rolled her eyes when Faulkner didn’t move, but just raised his eyebrow at her instead. “Yes, I’m ready for the bandages to come off.”
Dude merely smiled at her. He stepped back a foot and let her turn in his arms. He reached behind him to pull out a wicked looking knife from somewhere behind him.
“Jesus, Faulkner. Is that necessary to carry around?”
He looked down at the k-bar knife in his hand. “Yeah, Shy, it’s necessary. I’m just sorry I didn’t have it with me yesterday when I was trying to remove all that damn tape from your arms. It was in my truck, but it was a huge fuck up on my part not to have it on me.”
Dude wasn’t going to say anything else, but the knife had saved his life more than once. He brought it up to her arm and said, “Stay still.” He wasn’t going to cut her, he’d rather face ten terrorists with no weapon than hurt this woman, but her standing still would certainly help make sure he didn’t hurt her.
Dude felt Cheyenne go stiff and smothered the smile he could feel forming on his face. He felt lucky as hell she’d been as trusting of him as she had been so far. If she’d told him how she’d woken up and found a man she barely knew in her apartment after a hell of a day, and didn’t immediately kick him out, he would’ve paddled her ass. But since it was him, and since he knew he’d never hurt even one hair on her head, he didn’t say a word at her easy capitulation.
He ran the knife up the bandage on her right arm, easily slicing it. Dude put the knife on the counter and took both hands to peel back the white gauze slowly and easily. He winced at the rough looking patches of skin that had been irritated by the removal of the tape.
“They look good,” Cheyenne said with satisfaction looking down at her arm that had been uncovered.
“Good?”
“Yeah, you should’ve seen them yesterday. That stuff they put on my arm is obviously miracle goo!”
They both laughed and Dude grabbed the knife again and made short work of the bandages on Cheyenne’s other arm. When those too had been removed, Dude stepped back. “Okay, Shy, I think you’re okay to shower. Hop in and get clean. I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you. Take your time.”
Cheyenne nodded and watched as Faulkner backed out of the small bathroom and closed the door behind him. She shook her head in bemusement. She’d planned on spending the day loafing around and being lazy. She had no idea what the day held in store for her now. She didn’t know why she trusted Faulkner. Maybe it was because she’d seen him in the store before. Maybe it was because he was in the military. Maybe it was because of the extreme situation she’d been in the day before and he’d been gentle, and had saved her life. Whatever it was, Cheyenne knew it was probably stupid, but she couldn’t muster up any alarm that he was in her apartment, and had apparently been there all night. Shrugging, she turned toward the shower and turned on the water, letting it get hot as she removed the scrubs she’d slept in.
Cheyenne spent way too long in the shower, but it felt heavenly. She scrubbed her skin as hard as she dared, and could stand. The hot water felt like it washed her worries away along with the dirt and grime from her ordeal the day before.
She finally turned off the water and stepped from the shower stall. Sitting on the counter was a change of clothes that definitely hadn’t been there when she started her shower.
“Because you need me.”
“But we don’t know each other.”
“We know each other better than some people do after a couple of dates.”
“Yeah, but we haven’t even been on a date.”
“Which is something I mean to remedy soon.”
“Do you have a comeback to everything I say?” Cheyenne was frustrated with Faulkner’s calm and rational answers to everything she brought up.
“Yes. Now, are you ready for the bandages to come off?”
Cheyenne nodded, then rolled her eyes when Faulkner didn’t move, but just raised his eyebrow at her instead. “Yes, I’m ready for the bandages to come off.”
Dude merely smiled at her. He stepped back a foot and let her turn in his arms. He reached behind him to pull out a wicked looking knife from somewhere behind him.
“Jesus, Faulkner. Is that necessary to carry around?”
He looked down at the k-bar knife in his hand. “Yeah, Shy, it’s necessary. I’m just sorry I didn’t have it with me yesterday when I was trying to remove all that damn tape from your arms. It was in my truck, but it was a huge fuck up on my part not to have it on me.”
Dude wasn’t going to say anything else, but the knife had saved his life more than once. He brought it up to her arm and said, “Stay still.” He wasn’t going to cut her, he’d rather face ten terrorists with no weapon than hurt this woman, but her standing still would certainly help make sure he didn’t hurt her.
Dude felt Cheyenne go stiff and smothered the smile he could feel forming on his face. He felt lucky as hell she’d been as trusting of him as she had been so far. If she’d told him how she’d woken up and found a man she barely knew in her apartment after a hell of a day, and didn’t immediately kick him out, he would’ve paddled her ass. But since it was him, and since he knew he’d never hurt even one hair on her head, he didn’t say a word at her easy capitulation.
He ran the knife up the bandage on her right arm, easily slicing it. Dude put the knife on the counter and took both hands to peel back the white gauze slowly and easily. He winced at the rough looking patches of skin that had been irritated by the removal of the tape.
“They look good,” Cheyenne said with satisfaction looking down at her arm that had been uncovered.
“Good?”
“Yeah, you should’ve seen them yesterday. That stuff they put on my arm is obviously miracle goo!”
They both laughed and Dude grabbed the knife again and made short work of the bandages on Cheyenne’s other arm. When those too had been removed, Dude stepped back. “Okay, Shy, I think you’re okay to shower. Hop in and get clean. I’ll be in the kitchen waiting for you. Take your time.”
Cheyenne nodded and watched as Faulkner backed out of the small bathroom and closed the door behind him. She shook her head in bemusement. She’d planned on spending the day loafing around and being lazy. She had no idea what the day held in store for her now. She didn’t know why she trusted Faulkner. Maybe it was because she’d seen him in the store before. Maybe it was because he was in the military. Maybe it was because of the extreme situation she’d been in the day before and he’d been gentle, and had saved her life. Whatever it was, Cheyenne knew it was probably stupid, but she couldn’t muster up any alarm that he was in her apartment, and had apparently been there all night. Shrugging, she turned toward the shower and turned on the water, letting it get hot as she removed the scrubs she’d slept in.
Cheyenne spent way too long in the shower, but it felt heavenly. She scrubbed her skin as hard as she dared, and could stand. The hot water felt like it washed her worries away along with the dirt and grime from her ordeal the day before.
She finally turned off the water and stepped from the shower stall. Sitting on the counter was a change of clothes that definitely hadn’t been there when she started her shower.
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