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as she rolled off and sat up.
    Her cheeks were turning a deep red, and if he wasn’t mistaken, and he wasn’t, the outline of two pebbled nipples stood out in stark relief under the thin material of her t-shirt. Wanting to slip his hand inside her jeans to see if she was as wet as her response suggested, Jax slammed his hands onto the wood floor beneath him and held on for dear life.
    Struggling to sit up, a feat made more difficult by the tremendous power of his throbbing sex, he rubbed a hand over the stubble on his face and worked at getting himself under control.
    Brynn leapt from the floor and backed away from him so fast she almost left tire marks. Clearly, she wasn’t having any of it. Fuck .
    Standing, he watched in dismay while she retreated as far away from him as she could get, eventually making for the door and out into the imagined safety of the hallway. Noticing she was moving with a slight limp, Jax squared his shoulders and hurried after her.
    “Hold on there, Brynn. You’re limping,” he called out when she continued to put distance between them.
    She blinked owlishly and shook her head, brows bumped together in a deepening frown. With the next step she took, he heard her gasp and wince, confirming his suspicion that she’d twisted her ankle when her foot had tangled in the damn tarp.
    “It…it’s nothing,” she asserted. “I’m fine.”
    “No, you fucking are not,” Jax barked.
    Her hand swiftly came up and made the ‘stop’ motion as he marched forward. “I’ve got this. It’s no big deal.” Her voice confirmed the presence of pain, making his gut clench.
    “Let me help you, Brynn,” he gritted out when she kept her hand up in that off-putting defensive pose.
    “No!” she hissed. “I can take care of myself.”
    The last thing he wanted to do right then was debate her denial. Damn women today , he lamented internally. Rather limp away in obvious pain than just admit to needing help. It wasn’t a show of weakness to accept assistance when it was clearly needed.
    Well, she could gripe about it all she wanted and play the ‘I am woman hear me roar’ card, but he’d been raised to do the right thing, always, so she was going to have to suck on it.
    “While I have no doubt that you can handle a snow blower all by your lonesome, I don’t think even someone as stubborn as you would be foolish enough to attempt it with a twisted ankle. Let me. Help you ,” he bit out in no uncertain terms.
    He sighed and with his mouth in a tight, grim frown swept toward her and wrapped an arm about her waist. “Lean on me,” he drawled as her weight shifted to his control and he felt her body tremble.
    “Fuck,” she snarled as pain obviously shot up her leg.
    Attempting to take her mind off the discomfort as he aided her descent back down the stairs he taunted, “Wow. You kiss your mother with that mouth?”
    She snorted and shot him a mocking frown. “Where do you think I learned it? Woman swears like a soldier under fire, so to answer your question, yes. Yes, I do.”
    After he got her settled into a chair situated in the front hallway, he knelt at her feet and before she could object, slid his hands beneath the leg of her jeans to find the zipper on her ankle boot.
    Tugging at the boot he mumbled, “This is going to hurt lady, so take a deep breath.”
    She did as he directed, exhaling a soft whimper of distress as he pulled the leather off her swelling foot.
    For a long moment they both stared at her inflamed ankle until Brynn rallied and swore again. “Just fucking great,” she murmured. “Now what am I supposed to do?”
    Reaching back in time to a period in his life he’d rather forget, Jax put the training he’d received while serving in the Army Medical Corps to use, assessing her condition and coming up with a series of viable options to deal with the situation.
    “Okay,” he announced. “Let’s get you situated somewhere we can get that foot elevated and packed in