want that, too. But we aren’t going to go against doctor’s orders.”
I smile. The muscles in my face even hurt. “Oh really?”
“Oh, really,” she says, clearly enjoying her role as head nurse, or whatever the fuck she fancies herself. “I love you, and you’re not going to put yourself in danger anymore.”
I push myself up to sitting with effort. “Might be hard for me to move or talk,” I say. “But I’ll be better soon, and I’d like to remind you who wears the pants around here.”
I give her what I hope is a stern look, but I’m not sure I’m very threatening, as she bends her head to mine so our foreheads touch. “There he is,” she says softly. “My bossy man. God, it feels good to have you back.”
She hugs me and lays her head on my chest, and I kiss the top of her head.
“I love you, Fiona.”
“And I love you.” It’s getting easier to talk now, as if her very presence has thawed me from ice. “Marry me, lass.”
Her head snaps up and her eyes go wide. “Marry you?” Her voice is barely above a whisper. “Is that a question?”
“Aye, of course it is,” I say, shaking my head. I’m definitely feeling better now. “Fiona Hurston, I have loved you for as long as I’ve known you. I want you by my side, and I want you to bear my name, my ring, my children. You’re my everything. You’re my entire fucking world.”
She grins, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “You’re my entire fucking world.”
I take her necklace and give it a little tug. “I’ll get you a ring to match this, soon as I get out of this goddamn bed.”
The door swings open and Sebastian enters. “You’re not getting out of this goddamn bed for days,” he begins, but I shake my head.
“You know me better than that, doc.”
He shakes his head. “Fine. Up to your room and let your nurse take care of you and I’ll let you go now, under the one condition that you allow me to come up and check on you twice a day.”
“Deal.”
An hour later, I’m settled into our room with Fiona. She takes to her role with ease, helping me in bed and getting me food sent up from the kitchen while filling me in. I’ll get the rest of the story from Keenan later.
“So Calum promised safety and protection, but Byrne was behind all of this,” she says, pouring water into the electric kettle before she plugs it in. “And Calum was fooled, as were we all.” She goes on and on about switching identities and the hidden agenda of the madman that wreaked havoc on us.
“Bloody hell,” I mutter. “Could’ve been so much fucking worse if you hadn’t caught on.”
She waves her hand at me and shakes her head. “I only pieced together what I’d seen, really,” she says. “The rest sort of fell into place.”
“I don’t care what you think, you’re bloody brilliant,” I tell her. Honest to God, we missed the signs right under our noses.
She raises a brow at me coyly. “Perhaps because you were distracted by other things?”
“Oh?” I ask, feigning ignorance. “Like what?”
“Like the stunning beauty of your future wife,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“I certainly haven’t forgotten that rolling your eyes at me will get your pretty little arse whipped.” My cock jerks.
She climbs into bed beside me and lifts the blanket, snuggling right up to me. I’m thankful this bed is so much bigger than the hospital bed.
She lifts my t-shirt and grazes her hand over my chest, careful not to hurt where I’m sore. She drags her thumbnail over one nipple, and I hiss in a breath, my cock aching.
“Fiona,” I warn hoarsely.
“What?” She gives me an innocent stare, peels the covers back, then positions herself right between my legs. She kisses my hard length straight through my pants, and I groan.
“May I?” she asks, her fingers on the clasp.
Jesus, Hell. Where did she learn that? She’s never asked permission before.
“Of course,” I say on a hoarse whisper.
I watch as she unfastens my trousers and retrieves my swollen cock. She kisses the side, then runs her tongue along the length, suckling a droplet of pre-cum like it’s goddamn candy. She moans, cups my bollox, then continues to suck my cock.
My head drops back on the pillow and I moan. It feels so fucking good, I can’t think beyond the next stroke of her tongue.
“I missed you so much,”