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He touched his fingers to the panama hat that had little turtles printed on it which he was wearing (see? eclectic wardrobe), then went back to his iPad.

I went to my table.

Before I hit the doorbell when I got to Knox’s after work, I heard him shout, “It’s open.”

I walked in carrying a box with four of Willow’s cupcakes in it.

He was standing in the kitchen, doing what, I didn’t know, because the first words out of his mouth were, “Good. You’re here. Now I can shower and you can change my dressings.”

Oh shit.

Knox in the shower.

Naked.

Me taping bandages on his bare skin.

I’ll repeat…

Oh shit.

I made it to stand across the counter from him, set the box of cupcakes on it, and watched his lips curl up in a sexy, contented smile when he saw them.

I ignored that (or tried to).

“If your door is open, does that mean you’ve had lots of company?” I asked.

“Men have been in and out all day,” he answered.

“So is there a reason you saved the shower and bandage changes for me?” I pushed.

“Not gonna ask one of my buds to hang while I shower and then tape my wounds,” he replied.

“Uh, why?” I kept pushing.

“Babe.”

That was all he said.

Babe.

“That isn’t exactly an answer,” I told him.

“Best I got considering you don’t have a dick so I could talk for a year, and you wouldn’t get it.”

How much more dude-like could these dudes get?

“I’m perfectly certain it would be no hit to your manhood to have Cap or Javi or Gabe hanging out, listening on the off chance the big body of a dude fell in the shower,” I informed him. “And I’m absolutely certain that they wouldn’t give a shit about taping some gauze on you.”

“And this is what I mean about you not getting it,” he said as he hobble-walked toward the stairs.

“Knox, I don’t really have a lot of—” I began.

When he interrupted me, he was two steps up, doing them one-footed. As in, he put his right foot on the step while he leaned into his crutch on his left, hefted himself up, and then right foot again.

It looked onerous, tedious and precarious.

No wonder he only did it once (or today, twice) a day.