just leave you to it," I said awkwardly. "I'll wait for you outside the door."
I didn't give him a chance to respond. What I did was flee the bathroom and then hurried to my bedroom to grab his sweats. Or rather, my sweats. There was just no way in hell I'd be able to spend any time with the man when all he was wearing was his underwear. He was finishing up in the bathroom by the time I returned and when he opened the door, I casually handed him the sweats and said, "It's kind of chilly in here." I made sure to put the sweats in his hands so he could feel the material. I smiled when his eyes went wide and he looked down at his lower body as if expecting to be able to see he had no pants on.
"Oh God," he said. I didn't point out that he’d just been in the bathroom and so it shouldn't have been such a shock to him that he was only wearing underwear, because I was too busy enjoying how adorable he looked as he remembered that he’d been parading around in just the briefs and the sweatshirt for the past several minutes.
"Sorry," he said as he began to put the sweats on. I automatically reached out to support his weight and help him work the pants over his feet. The man was positively gorgeous when he was flustered.
I almost told him not to be sorry because I'd enjoyed the view, but I caught myself in the end and instead said, "I once photographed this naked tribe in Congo, so trust me, it's not an issue."
It was a lie, of course. Not the part about Congo, but the issue part. I definitely had issues because I could only feel disappointed as I watched Lex pull his sweats up. I cursed myself for the errant thought and then took Lex's hand in mine again. I led him through the living room, explaining how to get to the kitchen. Brewer, who'd been lying on the couch, jumped off and hurried to Lex's side. The dog's behavior both amused and intrigued me. The husky mix had always been protective of me, but I'd never seen him behave around someone like he did Lex. And the fact that he tried to protect Lex from bumping into things and even showing enough intelligence to try to lead Lex around objects was mind blowing.
Once I got Lex settled at the small kitchen table, I began working on dinner. "Do you want to test your sugar before we eat?" I asked.
Lex nodded. He seemed to hesitate and then he said, "Do you have my bag?"
I stilled in the process of reaching for a pan. I'd forgotten that I'd removed the bag from the room so he wouldn't hurt himself with the contents. If he was asking me about the bag's whereabouts instead of remarking about going back to my bedroom to get it, he likely knew I’d taken it.
"Um, yeah," I mumbled as I grabbed the bag from the bench where I kept my boots and coat. I'd actually taken his supplies with me when I’d gone to check on his cabin. I handed him the kit, but he didn't call me out on the fact that it had been in my possession the whole time. "You need any help?" I asked.
Lex shook his head. "No, thanks."
I returned to the stove and began getting out the various pots and pans I'd need to make the stir-fry I was planning. I watched Lex out of the corner of my eye. He moved with familiarity as he tested his blood. I heard a beep, meaning the value was on the screen, but when I started to move to his side so I could read it to him, he hit a button on the little device and a robotic voice called out the number. I was glad to hear that the number was in the safe zone. I continued to work on dinner as Lex slowly sorted through his little bag and pulled out all the different items. I watched from my peripheral vision as Lex took the insulin patch and lifted his shirt, or my shirt rather, and placed the little device on his abdomen. I found myself getting stuck on the ridges of his muscles as he made sure the small patch was secure. It wasn't until Lex said, "Is something burning?" that I realized I