Page 105 of Billionaire Bachelor
I wince as his fingertips prod an especially tender spot. “Nothing some ice and an ACE bandage can’t fix.”
He lifts a brow. “Did I miss all the years you went to med school?”
I roll my eyes. “Logan, you know damn well this isn’t the first time I’ve tripped over my own two feet.” I rotate my wrist, testing it. It’s sore and stiff, but I definitely have full range of motion. “I’ve learned by now what does and does not warrant a visit to the doctor. The last thing I want to do is spend the next eight hours in an ER waiting room just to be told I have a mild sprain. I’d much rather go upstairs, ice it for a bit, pop some ibuprofen, and wrap it. If it’s still bothering me tomorrow—or gets worse—I can make an appointment with my regular doctor.”
His jaw tics as he studies my face, clearly having some sort of internal debate. Finally, he releases a harsh exhale. “Fine. But I’m going to be watching you carefully. If you seem to be in any more pain, we’re going in.”
I nod. “Deal.”
Without another word, he rises and extends his hand. I take it, letting him pull me to my feet. We reach the elevator, and he presses the call button, pulling me into his chest as we wait. I sigh, breathing in his woodsy cologne, grateful for the quiet reprieve.
“What are you doing here anyway?” I tilt my chin up, meeting his gaze. “I thought you had a full day.”
Logan didn’t stay over last night because he had to be in the office extra early for an important meeting. We both knew he wouldn’t get the sleep he needed if we were together.
“I do,” he says, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. “But I had to swing by my place for a thumb drive I left in my laptop bag, so I figured I’d surprise you with your favorite coffee on the way back.”
He ushers me into the elevator and hits the button for my floor.
“Didn’t make it in time for the surprise,” he adds with a small smile, “but I’m glad I got here when I did.”
“Me too,” I admit. “I mean, I could’ve handled myself if you weren’t there, but it’s a nice surprise.”
The elevator glides to a stop on my floor with a soft ding. Logan keeps his arm around me as the doors part, not saying a word as we step into the hallway. I use my good hand to punch in the code to unlock my door, and Logan turns the knob to push it open.
Once we’re inside, I kick off my shoes and head straight for the couch, collapsing with a sigh. Now that the adrenaline is wearing off, I’m left feeling sore, rattled, and extra cranky because I still really want that coffee.
Logan hangs his jacket on the hook behind my front door, and steps into the kitchen. A few seconds later, I hear the freezer drawer open, followed by some shuffling and the drawer being closed. He joins me on the couch with an ice pack wrapped in a dish towel, guiding my hand to the arm of the couch and carefully positioning it over my wrist.
“Try to keep it elevated.”
He sets my phone on the coffee table. Huh. I didn’t even realize I’d dropped it, but now that I think about it, it definitely wasn’t in my hand.
“Yes, Dr. Edwards,” I sass.
His mouth kicks up in the corner. “Save the role play for later, Pip. I’ll be more than happy to play doctor with you when you’re notactuallyinjured.”
“I’m holding you to that.” I chuckle. “Don’t you need to get back to work?”
His eyes flick to mine. “It can wait.”
“Logan, don’t be dumb. Your presentation is tomorrow. We both know you should not be here right now. I appreciate your help down there, but I promise you, I’ll be fine. I’ll even work from home today if that makes you feel better.”
“It would actually make me feela lotbetter. And you have to promise to call me if your wrist gets worse, or you need anything. DoorDash whatever you want or need using my account.” He pullshis phone out of his pocket and starts typing something on the screen. “I’m sending you my login info now.”
My phone vibrates with a text alert.
I smile, channeling my inner cartoon villain as I say, “Oh, you’re going to regret giving me that kind of power. I’m already planning my meals for the next month.”
He laughs and kisses me softly before standing. “Go to town, baby. Now where’s your First Aid kit?”
“Under the bathroom sink.”
While he’s off doing that, I grab my phone to text my boss. Easier said than done one-handed, so I use voice-to-text and pray Autocorrect isn’t ina mood.
I mean, seriously. Who the hell ever wants to actually type the word duck?
Me: I had a little mishap this morning, so I’ll need to work from home today. I’ll be fine, but I’ll call you in a bit to explain.
