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Seth watched through the cloud of pain as Courtney made her way to the boys. By now, two men had made their way up the waterfall. Holding the older of the boys by the arm, Courtney helped him across the rocks, then handed him off to one of the men. Seth wanted to make her go back down the waterfall and get the boys to safety himself, but his hand hurt too much for him to even think, let alone act.
Fucking broken fingers. This was the last thing he needed. He had a competition coming up. How was he supposed to train with broken fingers?
When Courtney had handed the second boy off, she came back for him.
“You going to try to carry me over these rocks?” he quipped.
She rolled her eyes. “You didn’t hurt your foot, you can walk.”
No, he hadn’t hurt his foot, his hand and hip had taken most of the fall.
She knelt beside him. “Let me see your hand.”
“You don’t need to see it.” He cradled it closer to his body. When he’d looked earlier, the pinky and ring fingers on his left hand had been bent at odd angles.
“Seth.” Courtney inched closer. “Look at me.”
Maybe focusing on Courtney’s gray eyes would help take his mind off the pain. But when he turned his head, his focus was snagged by her breasts threatening to spill out of her bikini top. “You took your clothes off.”
She chuckled. Her breasts jiggled. Suddenly the pain in his hand didn’t demand so much of his focus.
“I took them off to come after you.”
Pain shot through his hand as she touched it. He tried to jerk away, but she held firm.
“I think your fingers are dislocated.”
Shaking his head, he didn’t take his gaze off her chest. Maybe focusing on her body to take his mind off his pain was rude, but he was in pain, surely he could be forgiven. “I’m pretty sure they’re broken.”
She made a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat and continued her manipulations. Finally, she looked down at him. “You see something you like there, buddy?”
He might have been embarrassed to be caught staring at her chest if her voice hadn’t held a hint of teasing. “All I can think is motorboat.”
Another chuckle. Another jiggle. Damn she was killing him.
“I don’t understand the correlation.”
She shifted his fingers again. Agony soared up his arm.
“I told you, they’re broken. I’ve had my fair share of broken bones, I know.”
Instead of arguing, she shrugged. “So, you were telling me what motorboats have to do with my chest.”
Ah yes, Courtney’s boobs and motorboating—definitely better than thinking about his broken fingers. “So motorboating is when you put your face between a really nice pair of—”
Fire exploded in his hand, racing up his arm.
“What the fuck?” he yelled, trying to snatch his hand out of Courtney’s grasp.
“Shh,” she whispered. “There are children present.”
“What did you just do to my hand?” He looked down to where she held his injured fingers in her small hands. His finger was straight.
“Your fingers are,were, dislocated. I put that one back.”
His gaze bounced between his hand and Courtney. “You what?”
