Breaking Rules (Delta Force Strong #2) - Elle James Page 0,25
need to apply a dressing to your booboo and wrap it up.” After she’d washed it as best she could, she applied a folded gauze pad to the area and taped it in place with white medical tape. When she was done, she wrapped it with a bandage to hold everything in place.
“You’re pretty good at that. Are you sure you weren’t a nurse in a former life?” Dash asked as he drew his trousers up over his boxers.
She shook her head, memories of her childhood rushing back to haunt her. “No.” Sunny turned away before he could see the tears well in her eyes.
Dash caught her arm and turned her around. “Hey. Was it something I said?”
Sunny brushed away a tear. “No. Sometimes, I just get emotional.”
He frowned, drew her close and tipped her chin up so that she was forced to expose the tears. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“Besides being chased by a crazy man bent on trying to sell me to the highest bidder, being shot at by men on motorcycles and being held by a man who’s breaking all my carefully constructed rules…I don’t know. You tell me.”
An errant tear slipped from the corner of her eye and trailed down her cheek.
“You were fine until I said something about being a nurse in a former life.” Dash brushed his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tear. “It had to be a former life if you started your singing career when you were only thirteen.”
Sunny looked over his shoulder. Anywhere but into his eyes. “I never was a nurse. But I did dress wounds.”
“I don’t understand,” Dash said.
“I was raised by my grandparents. My folks weren’t capable of taking care of a little girl. They were too strung out on drugs to give a damn about me.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Dash said. “It must have been hard for you.”
Sunny shrugged. “I didn’t know anything different. I was only three when I moved in permanently with my grandparents. They were my world, the parents my own mom and dad could never be.”
“What does that have to do with being a nurse? Was your grandmother a nurse?”
“No. My grandfather was diabetic. If he scraped or cut himself, the wounds never seemed to heal, or healed so slowly I had to dress them daily to have any hope of them healing. The alternative was worse. He could get gangrene and have the limb amputated.”
“So, you became very good at dressing wounds by doing it daily for your grandfather.” Again, he brushed the hair back from her forehead. “You have a good heart, Sunny Daye.”
Sunny swallowed hard and fought back the tears. “I loved my grandfather so much. He was a kind and gentle soul. His love of music inspired me to sing. He and my grandmother were with me at every concert up, until I turned twenty. By then, my grandfather’s health got too bad for him to travel. I was twenty-two when he passed away. My grandmother was so sad, her health declined. She passed a year later.”
“I’m sorry.” He drew her into his arms and held her for a long time.
She leaned into him. It was nice to have someone hold her when she was sad. Ray had never been good at dealing with her emotions. She’d had to suck it up and keep moving forward. Why had she stayed with him for so long?
Sunny leaned into Dash, pressing her cheek to his bulletproof vest, wishing she could feel his skin against hers.
A bump in the road sent them flying.
Dash caught her around the waist and sat on the bed, pulling her down with him. She landed in his lap.
When she started to move away, his arms wrapped around her. “You don’t have to move if you don’t want to,” he whispered against her ear and then pressed his lips to the sensitive skin below her lobe.
Her breath caught in her throat. “I might disturb your wound,” she said, leaning her head back to give him better access to her neck.
“I’m feeling no pain,” he assured her, his mouth moving down the length of her neck in a slow, steady flow of kisses.
She wanted him to keep going, to capture one of her breasts between his lips, but there were two men up front, driving. They were probably wondering what was taking them so long in the back. They might even come to their own conclusions. Conclusions Sunny wished were true.
Another bump sent them flying into the air.