Page 65 of Their Stormy Reunion

I tapped the tip of her nose with my finger. “That’s why we make a good time.”

I went into the kitchen to make a couple of calls of my own. First to Roan. He gave me the bad news that yes, Sid did make it back to his apartment, and he had someone who’d provided him an alibi for when the hit-and-run took place. I asked for one more piece of information, then I called Zarek. I explained the situation, and he agreed to be over at my house in a couple of hours.

“All done,” Fallon chimed from the living room.

I walked out of the kitchen with an ice pack. She gave me a look of disgust and for the first time since she’d told me she was in the hospital, I laughed.

“You heard the doctor, you’re supposed to ice your hip.”

“I am so sick of icing my body.” The way she jutted out her lower lip made me want to kiss it, or better yet, bite it.

“Why don’t you get into something more comfortable and then lie down and then I’ll get you situated with the ice pack?”

“Are you talking bed-comfortable?” she asked.

There was a definite invitation in her voice.

“I’m talking alone-in-bed comfortable,” I corrected.

“I’ve read that orgasms are nature’s best painkillers. I think we’re both in pain.” She reached for my hand to pull me down to the couch, but I wasn’t having any of it. I pulled her up to her feet, waiting to see if she was steady, and she really wasn’t.

I picked her up.

“Michael, put me down. I’m more than capable of walking.”

“I know you are, Sunshine, but resting your ankle and hip is good for you.” She gave me an assessing look, then wrapped her good arm around my neck.

“Sorry my bed isn’t made,” I said as I put her down. “But I washed the sheets yesterday.”

“Since we would have just messed up the bed together anyway, I don’t see any problem,” she teased.

“Let me go get your suitcase. That way you’ll have something to change into after you freshen up.”

“I love the idea of a shower.”

I paused. “Wait for me. I don’t want you to take a fall in the bathroom.”

She gave me a slow grin. “I love the idea of waiting for you, Mr. Rankin.”

When I got back with her suitcase, she was in the bathroom with the shower running to get the water hot. She was naked except for a pair of brief silk panties. All of her bountiful curves were on display.

“You’re staring,” she whispered.

“No man would blame me, that’s for damn sure.”

Fallon rubbed her hand across her soft stomach. “I think you’re biased. Most men aren’t as attracted to women with all this.” She lifted her arms wide.

I drank in her bountiful breasts and hips that framed a waist that cinched in. She was right, her shape wasn’t normally shown on magazine covers, but it had always done it for me. Then I frowned as I moved forward and saw the ugly bruise that was forming on her right hip. The same side as her swollen ankle.

I traced the bruise with a gentle finger.

“I’ll wait out here while you shower, to make sure you’re steady.”

Fallon stuck out her lower lip again. “You mean you’re not going to join me?”

“No water sports for you when you’re this injured. You need to be in top physical form when competing for the gold.”

She snickered, then bent down and quickly pulled off her panties. I opened up the shower door for her, and she stepped in.