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heard a thing from downstairs. This house is too big.” She added to the phone mouthpiece, “Dom? I have to go. I’ll see you later.”
    She clicked off the call as he exclaimed, “‘See you later’? Not unless she’s meeting us at the hospital, babe. You’re not going anywhere. I need a doctor.”
    Fran sucked in a breath. “You’re really hurt?”
    “ Of course I’m hurt. You tried to kill me!”
    “ That’s absurd.”
    “ Yeah? I know you were in here messing with the floor this morning. What the hell did you do to it?”
    “ I’m sorry. I waxed the floor. I wanted it to look nice for you.”
    “ Well that’s great, Frannie. I can see my agonized reflection just fucking perfect from down here, what with my head inches away from it and all. I almost bashed my skull in, you dim-witted bitch.”
    She clenched her jaw. “Don’t you call me names. It’s not my fault you weren’t paying attention and fell.”
    “ Oh, of course not. You slicked a gallon of motor oil on the floor so the bath rug would take flight like a magic fucking carpet, but it was my fault, right?”
    He struggled to sit up straighter, leaning over so his balls found purchase on the oh-so-shiny floor. His face screwed up into a grimace at the motion, and he clutched his left arm tighter. Despite his less-than-loving manner, Fran felt a stab of guilt-ridden sympathy. Crossing the room, she knelt at her husband’s side, ignoring the wet spot seeping into her designer slacks.
    “ I said I was sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose, you know. Here, let me see your arm.”
    He pulled back like a child avoiding a shot from the doctor. “No. Just call an ambulance.”
    Why did all men devolve into infants when sick or injured? Rolling her eyes ceilingward, Fran bent across her husband and, on all fours, peered at the suspect left arm. Frowning, she lifted a hand off the wet floor and poked his forearm experimentally with her finger. “Does it hurt?”
    “ Not there. It’s my elbow. How the hell am I going to play tennis tomorrow with a broken elbow?”
    “ You don’t play left-handed, for one thing.”
    She bent over further, leaning down to see the elbow he refused to raise higher for examination. After prodding it with a finger, she sighed. “It’s not the least bit swollen, Bruce. I think you just bumped your funny bone.”
    “ Oh. Well, you should look a little lower while you’re down there. I think there’s some swelling near my stomach.”
    That blasted her pulse into gear. What if there were internal injuries? Frowning, she reared back to ask what he meant, but he grabbed the top of her hair with his good arm and yanked her down toward his bare naked lap.
    “ See? Right there.”
    Her scalp shrieked in protest. “Bruce, stop it! You’re hurting me.”
    “ Eye for an eye.”
    As she yanked back, she caught the twitch of his now-awakening penis. She sat back on her haunches. “You seem perfectly fine to me.” She threw another glance at his lap as the smile on his face grew in time to his arousal. “Normal as ever.”
    Bruce raked his fingers through his still-wet hair, slicking it away from a brow veined with deep worry lines. “So, now you’re Doctor Kildaire, too? I’ll admit the arm feels a bit better. Hurt like a bitch at first, but now that I’m getting all warm and tingly, it’s improving. I think you should stay down there a while longer.”
    “ One minute you’re at death’s door, now you’re trolling for a blow job?”
    “ Hey, if a woman gets on all fours while I’m naked, she best do something useful while she’s at it. You tried to make me eat marble, wife. I say it’s time for you to eat wood as an apology.”
    Her lip curdled in time to her stomach. “Just the romantic words every woman longs to hear.”
    Bruce leaned forward so they were nearly eyebrow to eyebrow, his eyes holding hers in cold lack of regard. She could smell English leather and sleep-coated martinis that toothpaste had yet to