Page 42 of Engaging with Her Enemy

Great, he knew that as soon as she could involve herself, she would.

“Because he wants it on. The nurse told me when I walked in, but she refused to give it to him. She said he needed to rest.”

“That's correct. The artery will heal quicker.”

“I understand that,” Becky snapped, those ice-blue eyes pinning the doctor in place as she planted her hands on her hips. “But you wouldn't take off my leg if I was in his spot, would you?”

The doctor let the tablet rest by his side, probably confused at her suddenly bossy attitude. Or maybe not seeing the exasperation flicker in his expression. “No, I wouldn't.”

“I would have that choice to stay in bed or walk around and screw up all your hard work. But you aren't giving him that choice. You took away his freedom.” She crossed her arms, her point made as she demanded, “Where. Is. His. Prosthetic?”

He could kiss her all over again for understanding him that way. “It's behind the table. I can't reach it,” he said.

Becky scooted around the bed, the doctor stepping out of her way. “I'm sorry. I've never considered it from that point of view.” The doctor nodded with a thoughtful expression. “I'll be sure to make sure our nursing staff is aware of that concern. I'll leave you two and send the nurse in with some over-the-counter pain medicine. You should be discharged tomorrow evening if everything continues to heal and there's no sign of infection.”

“Thank you.” His focus locked on Becky as she picked up his leg. Such a surreal experience.

She set out his sleeve and the leg on top of the bed. “Get over your pride, Hudson, and teach me how to do this.” If she'd said it any other way, he'd have balked at the idea and refused. He loved her so damn much. He'd seen the shock when he'd announced it last night so he wouldn't bring it back up, but he held zero doubt about his feelings now.

It was love, and it was intense.

“Will I get the chance to tell you to get your sorry ass out of bed this time around?” Her lips quirked to the side. “Or are you going to be a good patient?”

“Am I lying in bed with you naked beside me? If so, then you might have to tell me that because otherwise, I'm not moving.”

She leaned over him and kissed him hard on the mouth. “You need to get better soon.”

“Why's that?”

“Because I made Dewey give me his handcuffs.” She wiggled her eyebrows and caused him to laugh and wish he'd not ended up in this position. “Now,” she flipped back the covers, “tell me what to do first.”

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“You can't still bemad at Dewey?”

Becky shifted on sofa and spared Hudson a half a glance. What did he know? He hadn't been the one arrested and kept away while he'd first gone into surgery. “I can still be mad at him for pulling a dipshit move like that. Especially, while you were hurt.”

He pulled her tight to his side. She rested her head against his good shoulder, happy to have him at her house. His lips pressed against her temple. “I would have thought that you learned your lesson about holding grudges after we patched things up.”

She tilted her head back and studied him. He needed a haircut, and his beard needed trim. She traced her fingertips across his cheek. The extra stubble did nothing but make him dangerously sexier than before. “I learned my lesson about holding a grudge against you. Not Dewey. I don't have any plans of sleeping with Dewey.”

He kissed her fingertips when she traced them over his lips. “Speaking of Dewey—”

“We don’t have to do that.” Dewey wasn’t at the top of her list.

He smiled. “Do you think there's something there between him and Eliza?”

She sat back. That had come from left field. “Eliza and Dewey? What makes you say that?”

“He watches her.”

“Watches her how? Like in a creepy way? Cause I’ll kick his ass—”

“No. More like he's aware when she's around. I noticed it the first time I went to Rhonda's with everyone. And then again when they came in to visit before we left the hospital. It's subtle.” He shook his head. “Don't worry about it.”

She tucked her feet under her, trying to picture those times. But she’d been so consumed by Hudson, the President could’ve walked into the room, and she wouldn’t have noticed. “I don't see why there could be anything there. I mean, he's older than her by like four or five years, not that it means anything now that we're all older, but she just came back.”

“I just came back and here we are.” He slipped his hand into her hair and pulled her down, so their lips met in a soft, long kiss. “They're missing out.”

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