Page 479 of The Christmas Wife

"You were with Baron?" Dr. Kincaid asks at the same time.

"Yes, I was." My husband flushes. He releases his grip on my fingers, then stuffs his hand in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

A sweatshirt, people! Not that I don’t find his three-piece-suited-and-vested look sexy, but Eddie unshaven and in a hoodie, and in grey sweatpants that outline that appendage between his legs, is drool-worthy. I squeeze my thighs together. My husband darts me a look. A gleam comes into his eyes as if he senses my reaction to his presence, but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he gives me that half smile which brings out the divot in his cheek. "I took your advice."

"I’m glad you did," I murmur.

"About time the two of you made up," Dr. Kincaid growls.

"Someone talking about me?" Baron walks in. "Weston." He and the doctor bump fists, then he fixes his gaze on my husband.

"I spoke with the man outside who was responsible for the accident."

My husband begins to speak, but Baron raises his hand. "The man was digging a groove in the floor with his pacing. He was extremely sorry and apologetic. And at the risk of being beaten up, by all counts, it wasn’t his fault."

"It wasn’t. I was the one who ran into his path. I crossed when I shouldn’t have."

"Glad you’re doing okay." Baron smiles at me.

A nurse walks in, then stops when she sees all three men. And whoa, the three of them together are like a rugby defense team, with their height and broad shoulders. Lord alone knows how it is when all seven of them are in the same room. It probably results in an overload of pheromones that attracts all the women within a square mile of them.

"Oh, I’m sorry, Doctor Kincaid. I didn’t realize you were still here. I wanted to check if the patient is being admitted?"

The doctor looks at me, then shakes his head. "I’m discharging you. You need to take it easy though, get some rest, lots of fluids… And stay warm."

"I’ll make sure she does," my husband vows.

"Thank you, doctor" I tell him.

He smiles and nods at me, claps Baron on his shoulder, shakes Edward’s hand, and leaves.

Baron looks between us. "Can I give you both a lift home?"

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Edward

I walk toward my wife and scoop her up in my arms, leaving Baron to get her bag.

"I can walk," she murmurs.

"Not when I can carry you."

To my surprise, she doesn’t protest. She snuggles in, and I take her to the car. I place her in the back seat, then walk around and slide in next to her.

"Where to, folks?" Baron looks at us in the mirror.

"Her address is—" I begin, but my wife cuts me off. "We’re going to your place."

"We are?" I jerk my chin in her direction.

"We are," she confirms with a soft smile on her face.

Baron meets my gaze in the rearview mirror, nods, then eases the car forward. In the forty-five minutes it takes us to reach home through traffic, she falls asleep on my shoulder. I manage to text my housekeeper and let her know she can finish up for the day and leave. I want my wife all to myself when Iget her home. She opted to come with me, probably because she feels weak and shaken, and while I never want to see anything like this happen to her again, I’m not going to waste this opportunity to hold her. We draw up at my place. I thank Baron, then hook her handbag over my shoulder and carry her inside. When I approach her bedroom, she stirs. "Are we home?"

Home.She called this home.I hope she thinks of my home as her home, too.She’s probably out of it; that’s why she called it home.

"We are." I walk into her room, but she shakes her head.

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