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closed and his head leaned to the side. She squeezed Les’ hand and said a silent prayer as her eyes traveled down Marcus’ body. His hospital gown was buttoned at his neck and flowed over his body like a teenager still trying to fit into their favorite t-shirt from when they were a toddler. Marcus’ broad shoulders strained against the flimsy fabric. His chest was covered which meant it wasn’t hurt. Her travels down his body stilled when she saw his legs. The right one was covered by a blanket and the left had a screwdriver sticking out of it with red stained gauze wrapped around the base, holding it in place. She squeezed Les’ hand again.
    “Should I wake him?” she whispered.
    “He’s not asleep. He’s trying some new age bullshit to meditate the pain away.”
    “You’re just pissed because you’re a drug seeking pussy,” Marcus said as he slowly opened his eyes. They instantly caught Jenna’s and whatever meditation he was in broke because he winced in pain. “Hey there, sexy eyes,” he croaked.
    “Awe, not in front of the girl, you know I hate it when we fight, Chocolate Thunder,” Les goaded, then winked and left the room.
    “Is that a screwdriver in your leg or are you just happy to see me?”
    “The one on the left is a screwdriver,” Marcus teased then winced from when he laughed.
    “Are you really meditating the pain away?” Jenna couldn’t imagine that. Her leg ached looking at the little bit of handle not wrapped in gauze.
    “Don’t tell Les, I’m sleepy from the morphine.”
    “That makes me feel better.”
    “Me, too.” He smiled and motioned for her to come closer.
    “I know I’m a work-a-holic but there has to be a better way to get me to visit you. Couldn’t you just haul me out in cuffs?”
    “You work outside my jurisdiction or your ass would have been in cuffs a few days ago.”
    “Can I?” Jenna motioned to a sliver of the bed so she could sit by Marcus.
    “Please.”
    When she sat on the edge of the gurney Marcus put his hand on her right hip and slid her body up so his arm was cradling her.
    “So these handcuffs,” Jenna began, trying to fight the nerves in her stomach that increased ten-fold when Marcus touched her. “They just for bad guys?”
    “And girls.” He smiled softly. “I’m glad you came.”
    “I was surprised by the invite.”
    “Guess I wasn’t hiding how much I liked you as well as I thought I was. Then again Les is practically my brother and I wasn’t too pissed when he told me he texted you.”
    “I practically swan dived when I heard.” Jenna placed her hand on Marcus’ cheek and leaned her forehead on his. “I mean here I meet this great guy…and I haven’t even…”
    Marcus cradled her head in his hand and brought his firm lips to hers, claiming them and her heart in one swipe of his tongue. Her hand fell to his chest and traveled to his arm looking for anything firm to keep her grounded. The opposite happened as she felt his taught bicep while the hand around her waist found her hip, then ass, and held it in such a way that visions of passionate nights to come overwhelmed her. Both of them forgot about his injury as hands searched bodies in order to feel the electrified flesh neither could resist.
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    “Oh, I’m sorry,” a nurse said quickly as the curtain flew closed and the two lovers finally broke from their embrace.
    “Did someone just see us?” Jenna’s panicked voice made Marcus chuckle just a little.
    “I have a feeling more than one person was behind her.” The heart monitor beside him was returning to normal although the beating in his chest felt as if it barely slowed.
    “And they saw…”
    “You haven’t moved your hand yet.”
    “Oh my God.” Jenna removed her hand from his swollen shaft and backed into the corner of the room. “I can’t believe I just did that!”
    “You didn’t do much. We got interrupted and my hand was about an inch and a half from a similar outcome on your