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“Do you order in pizza with anchovies?” she asked hopefully.

“Anchovies, pineapple and tuna.”

Jenny burst out laughing. She continued to laugh even when her hand went to her temple to massage against the pain. “If. If. If you’re in boxer briefs I might look past the tuna, but if you’re wearing tighty-whities, then all bets are off.”

Brax threw back his head and laughed.

That was how an orderly found them when he opened the door to say they had a room upstairs for Jenny.

17

Jenny was released on a Wednesday and Brax took the day off so he could take her to his house. He had already checked her out of the hotel and brought all her belongings to his house and set them up in his guest room.

When the nurse wheeled her out of the hospital, his truck was waiting out front, and he didn’t allow her to hoist herself up into the passenger seat, instead he lifted her in. She’d forgotten how strong he was. When she turned to wave at the nurse, she winked at her as she waved back.

“Enjoy,” Rebecca said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

She and Brax were soon on the road, and as much as she tried to keep her eyes open, it was a lost cause.

“Am I going to have to sing the wakey, wakey song?”

Jenny sat straight up. “God no. I promise I’m awake.”

She blinked her eyes a couple of times and realized she was in the driveway of a one-story house painted light-green with navy trim. It had a path from the sidewalk to the front door hedged with pansies.

“You live here?”

Brax’s lips twitched. “Nope, I always park in someone else’s driveway when I come home.”

“You are such a smartass.”

“Why didn’t you think I lived here?”

“The pansies.”

Brax grinned. “They were on sale. Now stay there and I’ll help you out of the truck.”

Jenny thought about it and agreed. The idea of jumping down with her headache and her ribs aching did not appeal. Brax was soon opening her door, and she took in the scruff on his face. How had she missed that when he had picked her up? Hell, how had she missed the fact that he was wearing a tight, heather-gray Henley shirt under his leather jacket?

“Let’s take it easy, okay?”

He gripped her hips and eased her down. Her breasts brushed against his chest on the way. She needed to make sure he took her lots of places in the next couple of days, so she could be lifted into and out of his truck.

“Are you steady, or do you need me to carry you inside?”

Carry me. Carry me. Her inner slut exclaimed.

What in the hell is wrong with me? I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

“I’m fine to walk.”

Brax took small steps to match hers, then stood before the front door.

“Are you prepared?” he asked Jenny.

“For Faith? Absolutely.”

“I told her that you’re injured. She knows to be on her best behavior,” Brax said as he opened the door.