Page 21 of Jana's Fierce Biker

The doctor came in right after they left. Gunner saw the look of apprehension on the man’s face, but he hid it well.

“Well, my dear.” The doctor looked down at the clipboard. “I think if you get some rest tonight, you’ll be able to leave in the morning.”

Jana smiled, but Gunner saw the shade of fear pass over her eyes before she blanked it and then smiled. She listened to everything the doctor said.

“That sounds wonderful. Thank you, Dr. Prime.”

“You’re welcome, dear. You’ll be off work for at least three weeks.”

Jana’s eyes widened. “Three weeks. Why so long?”

“Because it will take that long for the bruises to heal. We can’t have you helping patients when you look like one yourself.”

Gunner knew she didn’t like it, but she nodded and waved at the doctor. Little did she know if he had his way, he’d have her in the compound where the family could look after her. He first had to talk to Striker and Feral, but Gunner didn’t see a problem. He knew Jana would get along with the old ladies.

The guys had brought him a change of clothing when they delivered the food.

“I’m going to shower,” he said.

Jana nodded. “They won’t mind.”

He stripped off his shirt on the way to the small bathroom in the corner. He heard her gasp and grinned without turning. That was definitely a sign of attraction, and he was pleased.

Gunner washed and then pulled on everything except his boots. He shoved his dirty clothing in the bag, brushed his teeth with the toothbrush the hospital provided, and walked out.

He saw Jana on her side facing away from him and Sharp talking softly to her. He walked around to stand in front of her and cupped her hip.

“Why don’t you get more sleep, Babe?”

She smiled sleepily. “I’ll have to because the nurse gave me more pain meds.”

“Good. I don’t like the thought of you in pain.”

“I’m doing better every hour,” she said.

He started fixing up the chair he’d used before.

“Guys, I can have them bring in two cots. They’re not the most comfortable, but they’re something.”

They both shook their heads.

“I’m good on the sofa. I’ve slept in much worse,” Sharp said. “The pillow and blanket the nurse brought in for us will help.”

She looked at him before he sat. “Can you lay up here with me?”

He smiled when a blush covered her face. “I’d love it, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

He studied her for a moment. “We’ll try it, but I’ll move to the chair if I feel it’s too uncomfortable for you.”

“Okay.”

“All right. Move over on that side of the bed because I want to face the door.”

She turned to her side and moved closer to the edge. He lay beside her, careful not to jar her, spread the blanket, and relaxed against the pillow. He wrapped an arm around her waist to bring her back against him. The bed was small, but they both fit if they lay on their sides.

“Are you comfortable, Babe?” he asked.

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