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His lust took a massive beating as he stood there staring at the silk and lace folded neatly in the second drawer. There were tons of delicate underwear, sexy, suggestive, and some sensible ones, a very few sensible ones.
"Jesus!" he swore beneath his breath. Feeling like a voyeur and a pervert, he selected the sensible one and slammed the drawer shut. God help his imagination. He was going to be visualizing that drawer for a long time. And that would not help his current situation.
He hurried back into the room and knocked on the bathroom door. "I got the stuff and also brought underwear in case."
"Thanks." She eased the door an inch and took them. "I'll be right out."
He stood there waiting until she did. She opened the door and took a step back when she saw him still standing there.
"Everything all right?" He came and stood in front of her to scrutinize her face for any signs of residual pain or tears.
"I had to sit for a while. There were clots."
"What? Oh. I see." He did not know what to do with that information. "Are they all gone?"
"Most of them. Uhm. Thanks."
"Of course." Taking her hand, he led her toward the bed and up the steps. "Get in." He saw her peering at the sheets closely. "What is it?"
"I don't want to mess up another couple of sheets."
"You didn't."
He waited until she had climbed in and then slid in next to her. Pulling the covers up, he tucked her in and pulled her against him. "How's the pain?"
"The pills are still working." She snuggled against him and sighed. "You smell nice," she whispered, making him chuckle.
"Just what every guy likes to hear. Try and go back to sleep. I'll call John first thing in the morning and have him come out." He rubbed a hand up and down her back. "And Indigo?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't ever scare me like that again."
Lifting her head, she met his tawny gaze. "I'll try not to," she promised.
Chapter 9
He lifted his head in surprise as she came into the kitchen.
"You're up."
"So are you." She waved a hand and stood there inside the doorway. He was seated at the counter, his hands wrapped around a coffee cup. She could smell the aroma all the way up at the top of the stairs. She had stirred thirty minutes ago, seen the space next to her empty, and thought he had left.
"I called John."
"Who? Oh, the doctor." She folded her hands in front of her and shook her head. "It sounds weird hearing you call him that. He's a celebrity."
He smiled slightly. "He wouldn't agree with you. How are you? Any pain?"
"Just a little tenderness. Aren't you going to work?"
"No. Sit." Shoving from the counter, he went to pour her a cup. "What would you like to eat?"
She took a seat next to his and reached for the cup. "Are you going to fix me something?"
"My culinary skills are limited. I can pour cereal."
"I'm sure you can," she said with a laugh, dimples flashing and making him stumble a little.
