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I’m wearinga pair of blue boyshorts and a black T-shirt when I emerge from my bedroom.
I wasn’t sure if I’d find Gaines here still.
“I know you need to go,” I offer the way out that I sense he needs.
His gaze is glued to the screen of his phone. “The patient is stable, and asleep. I’ll make my way back to the hospital shortly.”
I approach him with quick steps. “I think I bruised your lip. I may have bit it in the heat of the moment.”
His hand darts up to float over the corner of his bottom lip. “It’s a badge of honor, lamb.”
I laugh. “Someone will ask where it came from.”
“I’ll tell that someone it’s none of their fucking business.”
I have no doubt that he will. He’s direct when he needs to be, but I’ve seen the softer side of him at the hospital. I witnessed it first hand when I fell on the sidewalk and he brought me home.
Speaking of that…
“Did Castle let you into the building?”
A smirk slides over his lips. “Who the fuck is Castle?”
I can’t help but smile. “He manages Vinyl Crush.”
“The store was closed up tight when I got here.”
That doesn’t answer my question, so I press for more, adding a twist of humor to the question. “So, you broke into the building?”
He glances briefly at his phone before his eyes are back on mine. “I used the key code.”
Realization floods me. “You peeked over my shoulder last night when I was punching it in.”
“Yes,” he says in a soft tone.
With any other guy I’ve brought home that would feel like a violation, but it doesn’t with him.
“Because you knew you’d be back,” I say, not framing it as a question.
“Over and over again.”
Tugging on the bottom hem of my T-shirt, I smile. “Good.”
His gaze rakes me as he pockets his phone. “I want to check your knee.”
Before I can tell him that it’s feeling fine, he’s crouching in front of me. His fingers skim over my leg, above and below the scrape. He follows that with a soft kiss to my thigh.
My hand instinctively drops to his hair. I thread my fingers through it as he gazes up at me.
“I think I’ll need to come back tomorrow for a house call to recheck this.”
I shrug a shoulder. “I have dinner plans.”
That brings him back to his feet. “With who?”
There’s a faint tic in his jaw and his brows have furrowed, so I go for a tease. “With a trauma surgeon named Dr. Sexy?”
His hands jump to circle my biceps. He holds me in place, his gaze searing into mine. “Stay away from him.”
