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I’m not dumb enough to dream he can fix the past, but he makes me want to believe he can.
I look down, needing a reprieve from the intensity of his caring eyes to breathe again. “I think . . .”
“I think we should get that taken care of before the party begins.”
“The party—oh shoot.” I start to turn back, but he takes my hand. Warmth flows through, the feeling of calm settling my racing heart.
“I’ll vouch for your absence if necessary.” He nods toward the stairs. “I have a kit upstairs.”
“Don’t get hurt.”This would be a fantastic time to heed his warning from earlier this afternoon.
Slipping my hand from his, I stay on the bottom step. “I—”
“I’ll be careful with you.”
Maybe it’s the way he’s looking at me with something more than how most guys ogle me. Or maybe it’s the way he’s dressed as the devil, but his voice is pure heaven when he says, “I promise.”
What the hell do I have to lose? Anyway, I always was a sucker for a bad boy with a good heart. Let’s hope my intuition is right when it comes to Harbor.
I follow him up the stairs. When I see the corridor at the top, disbelief drops my jaw. “This is a really big house.”
He chuckles. “It really is too big.”
Other than his friend’s car and the cashier calling him a rich kid, I wouldn’t have guessed he came from The Pointe Estates. I wouldn’t say he’s a perfect fit into the luxury of these surroundings, but he definitely doesn’t look out of place either.
When we reach the bathroom, he says, “Hop up.”
I lift myself onto the counter, facing him. I’m still not at eye level with him, but I don’t mind the view from here. “Am I going to live, doctor?” I ask, teasing . . .Fine.I’m flirting because he’s not just attractive. He’s charming as well.
Especially when he cocks his eyebrow and his smile spreads slowly across his face. “I can’t have you dying on my watch.” And he might just be what my dad warned me about.
If we keep running into each other like this, I might not live to tell the tale. “Only time will tell.”
“You don’t sound very optimistic. Should I be concerned?” His touch is kind, but his skin feels like fire against mine when he taps my chin just shy of where it’s pulsing.
Attempting to clear my mind of Harbor and get solid footing back in the land of reality, I shake my head, but that makes things worse, and I get dizzy. “I feel faint, but it has nothing to do with my chin.”
Concern riddles his brow. “Do you need to lie down?”
“If you want me in your bedroom, all you have to do is ask.” I clamp my hand over my mouth. “Oh my God,” I mutter, cringing inside.What the heck is wrong with me?“I didn’t mean . . .” I didn’t know it was possible for him to be even more handsome, but he proves me wrong when he grins with pride. “Please ignore whatever comes out of my mouth.”
“It’s hard to ignore your mouth.”
I practically collapse right here on what looks like an expensive countertop of cold stone. “I seriously can’t be responsible for my words or actions—”
“I need to keep an eye on your actions as well as your mouth?” He glances at my chin again before his gaze slides to my eyes. “This is going to be fun.”
I want to die inside. Did I list my dad or Amanda as my emergency contact? I know I listed them both, but I hope Amanda is under the “In case a cute guy makes you swoon” emergency button on my phone. If she saw Harbor, she’d understand. I’m about to jump off this counter and make a run for it, probably head down that long driveway and right back to Beacon because nothing is going to save me now. There’s only one problem. “I should probably get back to work.”
“Let’s get you fixed up first. I’m pretty sure you bleeding isn’t a part of the entertainment tonight.”
“I think that’s a solid assumption.” Treating me like a patient, he’s careful as he cleans and then bandages my cut. “You’re all good.”
I touch the bandage and then twist to look in the mirror. If I were to go off how well he treated me, and by how long it took, I would have thought a hospital visit was in my future. But I have the smallest little skin-toned bandage on my chin. It makes me laugh. As soon as I turn back, I can still feel the heat of embarrassment from what I said, so I face it head-on. “Can we just blame the injury for my behavior?”
“Sounds reasonable.”
Enjoying this little reprieve in my shift, I don’t regret the wound one bit after he takes care of me. “You have amazing bedside manners. Have you considered becoming a doctor?”
