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“I put your finger back. It was dislocated.”
He tried to wiggle it.
“You might want to hold off on that. I still need to get the other one.”
The other one? Oh shit.
“Hey.” Courtney’s soft hand pressed against his cheek, directing his gaze back to her chest. “Motorboat.”
Despite the pain in his hand inching up his arm, a smile teased his lips. “Are you inviting me to motorboat you?”
“I don’t even know what it is,” she clarified, still looking at his hand. “I’m inviting you to explain.”
Oh, this would be fun. He leaned closer, until he could smell the scent of suntan lotion on warmed female skin. If he weren’t in so much pain, he’d be battling a hard-on. Strike that, despite the pain he’d probably be battling one soon.
“As I was saying…”
Goosebumps dotted her skin, and her nipples puckered against the fabric of her bikini top. Yep, battling a hard-on. He leaned just a tad bit closer, until his lips were practically touching her skin.
“You lean close, put your face between their boobs, and—”
Fuck. She did it again. Pain burned through his hand and up his arm. And then it was gone. Not completely gone, a dull ache still lingered, but he didn’t have to force himself to think past it.
He jerked away from her. “What did you do this time?”
She smiled sweetly down at him like she hadn’t just used her voodoo boob magic to hypnotize him while she tried to kill him. “I set your other finger.”
He looked down at the hand he now cradled against his chest—away from her hands. Sure enough, his fingers now pointed in the right direction.
“They weren’t broken. They were dislocated.” She took the bandana she’d tied around her hair and tore away a strip of cloth.
“How did you know that? I’ve had dislocations and breaks. They looked broken.”
Shrugging, she pulled his hand away from his chest and began binding the two injured fingers together with the strip of cloth. “I worked in the ER for years. I saw a lot of breaks and dislocations. People often assume things are broken when all they need is for it to be popped back into place.”
“I thought you were an online teacher.” At least that’s what he’d thought someone told him during one of the meals they’d shared over the past couple of days.
She nodded. “I teach nursing online. Before that I was a traveling ER nurse.”
All the bits and pieces of her life she’d shared during their talks began to fall into place, melding with the information he’d collected through the years on Ashley’s friend. “Corey,” he whispered. That was what Ashley had called her at the club the night they argued. The same name she’d used when sharing stories about her best friend with Seth over the years. Only, the woman in front of him now didn’t fit the image of fun, fearless Corey he’d created during Ashley’s talks.
For a split second, Courtney’s hands stilled on his fingers before she continued binding them together in a makeshift splint. Whatever had caused her to no longer use her friend’s nickname for her was obviously something she didn’t want to talk about. He could respect that, so instead of pushing her, he asked, “Did you often use your boobs to distract your patients in the ER?”
A grin flashed across her face. “No, this is my first time. Did it work?”
He laughed. “Hell yeah it did. I didn’t even notice you were trying to tear my fingers off until you were finished.”
“I did not try to tear your fingers off. You have very nice fingers, I only wanted to fix them.”
“If you had taken a second longer, you would have been motorboated,” he teased.
She sat back on her heels, studying him with her bottom lip between her teeth. Finally, she shook her head. “I guess it’s a good thing I’m so efficient then.”
If that’s how she really felt, then why didn’t she sound like that was a good thing at all?
CHAPTEREIGHT
Courtney tuckedherself into the window seat in her cabin and stared out at the black night. The moon hung in the dark sky, reflecting off the softly rolling waves below. In her lap, her book sat untouched. When she’d left Ashley and Zack at the bar after dinner, she’d claimed she was tired and wanted to retreat to the cabin to read. But she couldn’t concentrate on her book. She couldn’t concentrate on anything. Well, anything but Seth and the uncomfortable feelings he caused in her. No, that wasn’t true. The feelings he caused in her weren’t uncomfortable, she just kept thinking they should be.
