Even with the sedative, she still felt the pain. Enough to remind her that it was about to get a whole lot worse.
Just how completely dependent on him she was at that moment struck her.
He was her only hope in the real world for the foreseeable future.
All alone and stuck with Dr. Allen Jacobson. She wondered what the doofy first-shift nurses would have to say about that.
“What did you and Nikkie Jean give me, anyway?” It had to be the sedative clouding her head or something.
He named the sedative, and she tried to remember the side effects. Could cause drowsiness—she remembered that part, at least. No kidding. “Head still groggy?”
“Yes.”
“Probably will be for another hour or two. It was one of the safest sedatives, barely a step up from a local.”
“I know.”
“Are you in pain?”
In pain? That was a mild description. She’d had enough broken bones recently to know what it felt like. “Yes.”
“I’m sorry. The break was relatively mild at least. Colles fracture, and not too bad of one. Easily reduced. Rafe and the ortho tech handled that and decided conservative treatment was all that was needed. No surgery. You’ll need to do X-rays in about a month, if we can manage that. You got lucky. Those bastards slammed you to the concrete pretty hard. Hard enough I heard you hit—over the storm. I actually expected more damage than what you have.”
“I know.” She winced when she remembered what had happened. There was one indisputable fact. If he hadn’t been there, she’d be dead right now. Or in such serious trouble she couldn’t even begin to contemplate it at the moment. “Thank you, by the way. For getting me inside, for…fighting them off.” For saving her life again. They could have killed him. Taken her. It put things into clearer perspective. “It’s starting to become a habit with you, isn’t it? Tornado, active shooter, crazy abductors in the rain.”
“Something like that.” He reached over her and pulled the seat belt across her lap. His arm brushed her breasts. Awareness shot through her. She fought a shiver.
Well, hell. That was unexpected.
She should club herself with the still-wet cast and put herself out of her stupidity before she let herself even think something…well…stupid with him.
Both of them paused. Izzie just looked at him.
Really looked at him.
Allen Jacobson was male perfection. Kind of hard to deny that.
He had that whole hot All-American successful doctor thing going on that so many women at FCGH fawned all over. Practically had a harem with the doofy nurse brigade from first shift.
She was starting to understand why.
Now, he had a broken poet look in his eyes most of the time. A look many of the women at FCGH found even more irresistible.
Not her. She’d always rolled her eyes when the man’s name had come up in the sighing, stupid conversations. She’d tried to ignore the whole idea of him as a sexy male creature.
Now, though, that wasn’t exactly going to be easy.
Even in her head, Izzie came up short at a brick wall where her thoughts were going.
No, no, no. She was not going to see him as a man. Not going to happen. It seemed like she couldn’t work a single shift without rubbing up against him the wrong way.
That brought the wrong images to mind. The completely wrong images.
She wasn’t about to do any rubbing up against Allen Jacobson. Ever.
Izzie blamed the sedative.
It was the only answer for these sudden thoughts. Why she had let him swoop her off her feet and take control of her like a hero in a terribly cheesy romance novel.
Well.
Izzie never had gone for the take-charge, overly masculine kind of man. This wasn’t any different. Once her head cleared, she’d let the man know that in no uncertain terms.
She sat there like an idiot while he rounded the van and unlocked the driver’s side. Once he was inside and fastened in, she finally took a look in the back.
Horror filled her. No way. Oh, just no way.
Talk about a shaggin’ wagon. Right there in the back.
It was like a honeymoon suite on wheels. All it needed was rose petals strewn over the gray silk. Gray the exact color of Allen’s eyes.
“Oh no. No way.”
“What?”
“We are not sharing this thing. Not together. It’s not going to happen.”
There was only one bed. A thick mattress with what looked like a silk duvet in silver gray and very expensive pillows encased in silk a shade lighter.
All it needed was red roses and