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And I was trusting him to come into my home and potentially mess with the order I had created there. I was trusting him to occupy real estate in my sacred space.

I studied his face as he listened to the doctor. He'd remember everything she said for me. My mind was no longer paying attention. He'd fill me in on anything I needed to know.

The sound of my name snapped me back.

"Brody?" The doctor gripped her clipboard and looked at me. "Any questions?

Noah flipped his hand so he could hold mine. "I think we have everything."

I nodded. "We're good."

If felt good to say we. Noah would be by my side as I recovered. We were going to tackle the next couple of months together. He'd already moved some belongings into my townhouse after consulting with me about where he could put his things. He was being incredibly respectful. I wouldn't expect anything less from him. He understood me better than most people ever had.

Noah jumped to his feet once the doctor left.

I think he would have carried me out of there if two nurses hadn't entered the room and helped me into a wheelchair. Carrying my crutches, Noah stayed close as I was wheeled to the lobby.

"I'll get the car." He grinned at me. "Don't go anywhere."

"I was going to launch an escape, but you have my crutches."

Noah laughed and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Be good."

The nurses left me to wait. The smell of coffee from the hospital's coffee shop permeated my senses. Noah had been bringing me cups of cappuccinos throughout each day. Concentrating on the familiar scent helped to distract me. The lobby was busy. I was feeling exposed.

I looked down at my altered clothing. Noah had brought in a pair of my sweatpants and a sweatshirt. A pair of surgical scissors had removed one arm and one leg to accommodate my casts that I needed to have for another nine weeks. Noah was going to stay with me the whole time.

I was drawn to Noah's smiling face as he came in through the sliding doors. He wrapped a coat around my shoulders and plunked a toque on my head.

"Okay, let's break you out of here."

With a bit of effort and a near mishap, we managed to get me into Noah's car. He put the crutches in the backseat and ran the wheelchair back inside the hospital as I waited impatiently.

Thankfully, my home was close to the hospital.

Noah was nervously attentive when I used one crutch to mount the stairs to my front door. We were met by Bentley, his tail nearly whipping his body off balance, and whining for my attention. I was able to reach down far enough to scratch the top of his head.

"Let's get you into bed," Noah said as he guided me out of the foyer.

"I'm sick of being in bed. I want to sit on the couch for a while." I hobbled toward it. Noah raced ahead of me and arranged an array of throw cushions to support me.

I groaned as my ass descended among them. I suspected the pain killers they had me on were good but moving still hurt. I couldn't imagine what it would be like if I didn't have them.

"What can I get you?" Noah asked, hovering at my side.

"I'd kill for a cup of coffee."

Noah leaned down and kissed my head. "Not necessary. All you have to do is ask."

I grabbed his wrist as he moved to walk away to fulfill my request. He peered down at me, love in his eyes. "Thank you, Noah … for everything."

"No need to thank me." He sat on the arm of the couch. "You're my man. I love you and want to take care of you. I'm looking forward to spending time with you."

"Are you sure your pub isn't going to suffer?"

It concerned me that Noah was going to be spending so much time with me. He had a business to run. The few hours a night when he could get away might not be enough.

"I have good people. The pub will be fine."

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