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Rock brushed her hair back from her face and surprised her by leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Good girl.”

Her breath hitched. He’d said that to her all those years ago, and she reacted the same to the praise today as she had back then.

Doc lifted one of her arms and gently examined it. “You’re going to have some dark bruising here in about a day, but it will heal.”

When she looked at Rock, she found his teeth gritted. He was furious. She kind of liked that he was so angry on her behalf.

Doc took his time examining the other arm next. “I can prescribe some stronger pain meds if you find you need them, but I bet Tylenol will be sufficient.” He turned toward Rock. “You can give her two every four hours during the night. Her head is going to hurt, but she’s not concussed. You don’t need to wake her up or anything. Just watch to be sure she’s not in pain.”

Doc smiled as he looked back at her. “I don’t like Little girls to be hurting.”

She bit her lip. He assumed she was Little. Why wouldn’t he? Maybe she was.

He stood and gathered his bag. “Call me if anything changes or she’s in too much pain.”

“I will. Thank you, Doc.” Rock lifted Lyla’s chin again. “I’m going to see him out. Don’t move.” He raised his brows.

She licked her lips and said nothing.

He leaned in closer. “Lyla…”

Did he need her to answer him? “Okay. I won’t move.” She tried not to sound sassy, but it came out that way anyway.

Rock gave her a slow smirk and then a warning chuckle.

As he left the room with Doc, she blew out a long breath and shivered from head to toe. Holy shit. Rock was so intense. And even though she was in pain and her head was now pounding, her body was alive like it hadn’t been in years. Her pussy was soaked, leaking onto her panties. Her nipples were hard points, and it wasn’t from the chill in the air.

The room was spinning. Not because she was dizzy but because her life was upside down.

She grabbed her shirt and held it up against her chest as a tiny barrier. There was no way she could put it back on. Lifting her arms hurt. Now that she was sitting still, everything ached more than it had for the past two hours. Her arms were throbbing.

Rock came back into the room less than a minute later. He headed for the dresser first, opened a drawer, and pulled out a T-shirt.

He came to her side. “Are you cold, Lyla?”

“No,” she murmured.

“Can I help you put a T-shirt on and get out of your jeans?”

She tipped her head back. “Rock…” She didn’t even know what she wanted to say. So many things.I’m scared. I don’t know you. I know you too well. Stop being nice. Please hold me. What’s happening here?The list was long.

He squatted down so he was at eye level with her. “I’m going to take your bra off and put this shirt on you, Little one. Okay?”

She drew in a deep breath.

“Baby girl, I’ve seen you naked before,” he pointed out a second time.

Baby girl… He was goingtherenow? She had to fight back tears. He’d called her that several times the one night they spent together. It had felt so nice then, and it felt nice now, too.

“That was forty years ago, Rock. I’ve changed a bit.” Inside and out.

“Are those still your boobs?” he teased.

She rolled her eyes. “If they were storebought, they would not sag like they do.”

He chuckled. “I think you look exactly perfect, and I don’t give a shit if your boobs aren’t as far north as they used to be. None of my parts are, either.”

She didn’t have the energy to reach back and unfasten her bra. Plus, her arms would scream if she twisted them that way, so she relented. “Fine.”

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