of me, and every single fucking fantasy I’d ever had about her came to light.
Her mouth twisted and she bit her lip in concentration as she slowly reached for the ties on my pants.
I hiked them up further, which then caused my cock—which might not be super hard because my brain wasn’t working right just yet, but it definitely wasn’t small either—was pulled up tight to the fabric.
Her breath hitched, and I closed my eyes and counted backward from one hundred in my head.
Her fingers went to work on the tie, and she moved in such a way that her knuckles bounced slightly against my left testicle.
I wasn’t sure that she noticed what she touched. I sure the hell did, though.
In between one breath and the next, she was standing.
“Oh, that looks bad,” she said as she pressed lightly against the skin right under my elbow.
Not anywhere close to the bullet hole, but I knew exactly what she was talking about.
“Looks as bad as it feels,” I didn’t see the point in lying. “Zero out of five stars. Do not recommend.”
She snorted lightly and reached beside me to grab the shirt.
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “I literally don’t think that I can get it on. I’ll walk out without a shirt on.”
She frowned and looked at the shirt, then at me again.
“I don’t think it’ll fit, either,” I told her. “The pants are really tight around my thighs.”
She looked at my pants once again, then at the shirt.
“You have to custom tailor your suits, don’t you?” she asked quietly as she dropped the top back on the bed.
“Yes,” I winced. “Fuckin’ A. I just got that suit, too.”
“The one that you were shot in?” she asked.
I jerked my head in the affirmative, wishing I wouldn’t have almost immediately.
“Yeah,” I groaned. “Just picked it up yesterday. That fucking sucks donkey balls.”
“What does?” Flint asked.
I turned to see him and the nurse back at the door.
She was looking at a chart, and thankfully Karen wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“The fact that now I have to go get fitted for another suit when I despise the hell out of it,” I grumbled as I looked at my feet. “Did they fuck my shoes up, too?”
“Those are here,” I heard Carmichael say. “You want them on?”
I nodded. “Yes. I’m not walking out of here on bare feet. Do you know how dirty these floors likely are?”
She shook her head and tossed the shoes onto the floor.
I sat down and reached forward to grab one but immediately regretted it.
I felt a wave of nausea roll over me at the pain that ripped through me at the move.
“Let me do it,” came Carmichael’s soothing voice.
I couldn’t even appreciate her at all.
Not with the way that I was currently fighting not to throw up all over her and the floor.
“Pick your foot up,” she ordered.
I did and she slipped my stupidly expensive shoe on my foot. They were wet. Likely with blood.
I still didn’t care. I could probably get them cleaned. If I couldn’t, I’d wear them anyway.
Who looked at shoes anyway?
“Nobody does,” Carmichael answered. “At least not a man’s shoes. I don’t ever look at them. Now, if this were a woman’s shoe, I’d say the opposite. But they’re not that bad. And I don’t know about the scuffs from the concrete, but you could probably get them cleaned up just fine.”
I looked into her eyes and felt my breath hitch.
“Thanks,” I said softly, still fighting the nausea.
Her violet eyes warmed as she said, “No problem. Let’s get the other one on.”
I did, picking my foot up and not complaining at all when her fingers tickled the bottom of my feet.
When she was done, and I was officially discharged, we walked out of the hospital almost hand in hand.
Well, she was under my good shoulder steadying me, and her hands were on my bare chest.
All the while, though, I wondered if she really wanted to be there.
CHAPTER 7
I can get you on the naughty list.
-T-shirt
CROFT
“You need help out of the truck?” she asked, looking at me warily.
I shook my head and slid out, bouncing slightly when I finally made it to the ground.
My shoes were wet, my head was fuzzy, and I wanted nothing more than to go inside, sit on the couch, and not move for an hour.
It didn’t help that my parents had called while I was in the car with Flint and Carmichael, telling me that they would be out of touch while