Page 25 of Desire Me
“Uh”—she took an unsteady step forward—“a little.”
“Okay.” His free arm wrapped around her rib cage, fingers resting lightly on the opposite side to steady her. “I’ll wait a little longer to mention how much I enjoyed seeing your ass, then. And want to see it again.”
A softoofescaped him as her elbow hit his ribs. She noticed about the same time that he’d gotten her across the room in record time with barely any strain. The man was good at distracting her.
At the door to the small bath, she gripped the doorframe and turned to him resolutely. “You wait here.”
He opened his mouth to protest.
“Here,” she insisted. “I might not remember much about whoever I was before, but who I am now wants to pee without an audience.”
He chuckled but didn’t try to push his way in. “Just sing out if you need help.”
“Good boy.” She grinned as she closed the door in his face.
“Good boys get to see bare asses,” he called through the door.
She didn’t dignify that with a reply.
And so their night went, bantering back and forth between the longest bouts of sleep she’d had in days. By the time the doctor appeared on morning rounds, she was rested and fed and felt better than she could remember in, well, ever. Which was saying a lot despite the fact that she couldn’t remember a very long span of days. Saint stayed to meet the doctor and get an update on her progress, then decided to head home for a shower before reporting in to the office. “I’ll be back by dinnertime.”
“Saint, you don’t have to be here every night.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to be here every night. Every second they were together felt like it was tearing down defenses she also felt she desperately needed.
“Don’t have to be,” he agreed, lifting the recliner back into its place against the wall. “Doesn’t mean I won’t be.” He walked back to the bed, took her hand, and watched as his fingers played with hers. “You’ll get to go home eventually.”
“Yeah, but to where?”
His gaze met hers, determined. “Home. With me.” Pause. “If that’s where you want to be.”
“And if I don’t?” something made her ask.
She’d never seen the light in someone’s eyes die so quickly. “Let’s just give it a few days and see how you feel then.”
“Yeah, let’s see.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dain:Get your ass here and in my office STAT.
Saint stared at the text message from his boss lighting up his phone screen and felt a twist of regret and dread mix in his gut. He’d hoped to delay Dain from finding out about Rae until he had her home from the hospital, but obviously something had gone wrong. King would never rat him out, so whatever it was, it had to be big.
His phone dinged again as he pulled into his parking space in the garage attached to the JCL building. A message from King. One word:
Remi.
Fuck.
King hadn’t needed to rat him out; their former client had done fine with that on his own. What had Dain told him?
Saint’s footsteps matched pace with his racing heartbeat as he hurried toward the elevators. As he ran, he texted King back.He didn’t waste any time.
King:Did you think he would?
No, but a man could hope.
King:That man wants to know everything about you, right down to the brand of underwear you buy. Better believe he’s serious about this.
Saint:He’d have to sleep with me to get the underwear intel, and that ain’t happening so he’s SOL.
