Page 17 of My Knight

I gave a dry laugh. “Like I was hit by forty dump trucks.”

He winced. “So not good.”

“Well, this morning it felt like fifty dump trucks, so I guess it’s a little better.” I smiled and tipped the bowl to drink the last of the broth.

“Hopefully it stays that way, baby. Though from my experience, the third day is always the worst.”

I glared over the rim of my bowl. “Don’t put that juju on me, Pirate.”

He chuckled. “Hopefully it’ll be different for you. If not, Sloane and Aero went and got your prescription filled after dinner.”

“Hopefully I can make it through with just Tylenol.”

He gave a small shrug. “Maybe.”

I finished my bowl and set it back on the tray. Pirate collected his and stacked the empty dishes.

“I can help with cleanup,” I offered, and shifted to get up.

“Nope,” he said quickly. “You’re resting. That’s the deal.”

“Bossy.”

“Damn right.”

He disappeared out the door and left it open. When he returned, he grabbed the remote and flopped back onto the bed.

“Want to watch another movie?”

I laughed softly. “You think we’ll make it past the first ten minutes this time?”

He grinned. “Only one way to find out. What’re you in the mood to watch?”

I leaned back and slowly stretched out until I was lying on my side, with my head propped on my hand. “Anything’s good.”

He flipped through the movies before settling on Top Gun. “Classic,” he said and turned off the lamp. The room fell into a cozy darkness, with the TV casting a soft blue glow over everything.

My heart did a weird flutter at how normal this all felt.

Comfortable. Familiar. Dangerous.

“Good?” he asked.

As good as I could be, beat to hell and now curled up in bed with a hot biker who smelled like heaven and looked like sin.

“All good,” I said quickly.

“Let me know if you need anything, baby. I know you know your way around the clubhouse, but I’m here.”

Oh, I knew. I was very aware that he was here. His presence filled every inch of the room and every breath I took.

We watched the movie for a bit with the volume low. I did nothing today besides eat, but I felt myself being dragged back under again. The exhaustion was like a blanket pulling me down.

And somewhere between Maverick and Goose buzzing the flight tower, my eyes drifted closed.

Chapter Seven

Saylor

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