Page 110 of Bring Me To My Knees

“The plan is a plaster cast for at least six weeks. I’ll have you in for a checkup at the six-week mark and we’ll go from there. You could end up with it for as long as twelve weeks, but I’m optimistic that you won’t have to worry about that.”

“What happens after the cast comes off?” I ask.

“Then we’ll work on a little physical therapy to make sure her strength is returning. All in all, we’re very lucky that you’ve got the few injuries you do,” she says, turning her attention back to Marley.

“This is great news,” Marley says, smiling.

“I’m going to have them take you down for the cast right away, and then we’ll get you out of here,” she says, walking over to shake everyone’s hands.

“Thanks, Doc,” Mitch says.

“No problem. I’ll see you in six weeks, Marley.”

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“I’m not crippled, Mitch,” Marley grumbles, adjusting her crutches under her arms.

“I’m just trying to help,” he says, frowning.

“I know, but I’ve got to figure out how to do some of this on my own.” She sighs.

“Give him a break, he’s worried,” I say, and she scowls at me.

“Fine, never mind,” I say, putting my hands up in defense.

“I’m sorry. I’m just frustrated,” she says.

“I know. We’re here to help,” I tell her, opening the front door for her.

“I made up the spare bedroom for you,” Mitch says, walking down the hall.

The spare bedroom is across the hall from mine. Mitch’s room is on the opposite end of the house.

“Thanks, Mitch. This really isn’t necessary, though. I can go back to my house,” she says.

“Please let us help you, at least until you get your cast off,” he says.

“Okay,” she agrees.

“Delaney brought some of your stuff over while you were getting your cast done. She said if there’s anything you need to let her know,” he says, sitting her purse down on the dresser.

“Thanks again.”

“Stop thanking me. I’m your brother. I’m going to go grab us some dinner. I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“Okay,” she says, smiling.

When we hear the door close behind him, Marley looks at me.

“Are you going to kiss me? Because I feel like I might die if you don’t,” she says, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Is that so?” I smirk.

“Now’s not the time to be an ass.” She huffs, making me laugh.

I walk over, grabbing her face with my hands, leaning in to kiss her deeply. She practically melts into me.

“What do I have to do to get these clothes off you?” she asks.

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