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they were half as soft as her skin. He hadn’t been able to resist brushing his hand along her leg when he’d been bandaging her the other night. It hadn’t helped that she’d looked up at him with pure, liquid want pooling in those beautiful black-brown eyes.
    He handed her the soft, blue, long-sleeved pullover he’d pulled from the closet and the pair of pants. She took them and frowned at him.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Turn around,” she said. “I can change myself.”
    “Oh,” he said, feeling slightly disappointed as he turned around and folded his arms. She was being cold again this morning. Last night, when she’d been drunk, she’d been melting in his arms and making him promise to continue what they’d started when she was sober.
    Maybe not anymore?
    He felt more disappointment over that than he wanted to.
    She muttered something and he turned around but she shrieked and threw something his direction and he turned back around. A pillow landed at his feet.
    “Sorry, sorry,” he said. “I thought maybe you were stuck.”
    “My leg is broken, not my brain,” she said.
    “Broken?” he said, turning with alarm again, and getting pelted with another pillow as he turned back away before he could mess up and see her when she didn’t want him to. “Sorry, sorry.”
    “Not broken, just not working. Are you always this overprotective?” she asked.
    He nodded, hoping she could see him from the back. “When someone is injured, especially. I guess it’s the part of me that wanted to be a doctor.”
    She went quiet at that and went back to changing. He heard the rustle of the clothing and wished it was him removing her clothing. Wished that asshole Ben hadn’t messed up her foot, so he could be pushing her back on the bed, letting all that gorgeous hair spread out over the pillows as she writhed in pleasure beneath him.
    He shifted back and forth, wondering if she’d notice if he adjusted himself. Probably best to wait. She still seemed pissed at him. But what about? The bar? The foot? The kiss? The fact that he’d stopped it?
    He knew the smart thing would be to ask her what was wrong. But he didn’t want the question to bring up anything he’d done that she might not remember. Best to let her tell him what it was, even if it made her mad that he wasn’t asking.
    She made a soft moan, then another, and he stifled a groan with the back of his hand. Was that a moan of pain? It sounded too similar to the little moans she’d made last night in his arms. He breathed out slowly, pushing the image from his mind.
    “Do you need help?” he asked, restraining himself against the urge to turn and look at her.
    “Don’t look,” she said. “But yes.”
    “How can I help if I don’t look?” he asked, folding his arms.
    “Just, only look at the pants, they’re twisted up at the bottom and I can’t move my foot properly to get through them.”
    “Ah,” he said. He kept a hand up so that his eyes were focused on the ground and walked slowly toward the bed. Her legs were dangling off the end and he knelt and focused on her ankle as he gently unrolled the soft pants around her injured foot. He heard her catch her breath at his touch and tried not to react to it. It could only lead to everything that had happened last night, all over again. And who knew if she was ready yet?
    “Okay,” she said. “Now turn around so I can get my shirt on.”
    He laughed and did as she said. “You should have done that first.”
    “Hmph,” she said stubbornly. “Are you always this bossy?”
    “Said by Queen Bossypants herself,” he muttered. But he meant it playfully and was pleased when she laughed lightly in response.
    “I suppose I am,” she said. “I’m sorry if I made things hard for you last night.”
    He shrugged. “It wasn’t too bad. Some parts were downright amazing.” He could hear the grin in his voice but couldn’t help it. Kissing her had been heaven, and it made him think that doing even