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She was still working when Anna came home a few hours later Grace stood up to et to act all crazy over a guy and I don’t?" Anna asked

"You have to earn the crazy," Grace said "You’re not old enough yet"

"He doesn’t like it when people hover," Anna warned

"How about when they care?"

"Nope," Anna said "He’s not overly fond of that either"

"Are you sure it’s not just hi how to deal with so about him?"

This stopped Anna "I don’t know," she finally said after giving that so care of" She hesitated "Now that you mention it, I don’t know if that’s because he’s had to, or if he’d actually welcome help"

"Maybe you should find out soested She moved down the hall to Josh’s bedrooht on His bedrooe and dominated the room Josh lay sprawled on his stomach, face turned away

Sheher fingers over his forehead, brushing his hair back

He sighed "It’s been two minutes"

"Twenty Do you feel nauseous?"

"Grace, I’ breath "Ticked off and looking for a new nanny"

"Funny Follow er away

"You are such a big baby," she told him "If one of your patients acted like this, you’d--"

"Assuo"

She could see that he’d showered, which freaked her out He could have fallen, and she had no idea what she’d have done with a two-hundred-pound, wet, unconscious male She knehat to do with a two-hundred-pound, wet conscious one, but that was entirely different

He’d pulled on a pair of sweatpants, barely They were so low on his hps as to be indecent, giving her a good look at his broad back that led down to a very sexy pair of twin dirinned wide, unable to help herself as she ran her fingers over the sweats, nudging thehed softly, and he muttered a very bad word

"Why are you still here?"

"You have a concussion," she re you alone"

"Mild concussion Jesus Stop hovering"

"Okay, I’d like to talk to Dr Scott, not Asshole Josh"

He snorted, then let out a long-suffering breath It hadn’t escaped her that he hadn’textremely tense, his muscles rock hard with strain, which was confir his back and felt the stress there

Aw, the poor baby Leaning over hian to work the tension fro his ass as well, but she didn’t want to take advantage of the man when he was down "Tell me what I can do for you," she said softly as she worked

He let out a roan into his pillow "That Don’t stop Ever"

"I won’t" Especially since touching him was pure pleasure His skin arood she wanted to eat hiroaned again "I’ to hope that promise doesn’t have an expiration date"

She went still, then laughed softly "You can think of sex now?"

"I can think of sex always It’s a special, God-given talent Wake me up later"

"But--"

"Much later"

Hmm "Tell me what to look for, Josh"

She couldn’t see his eyes since they were closed, but she sensed thee," he said "Bleeding, swelling, loss of asped "What?"

"But if I’m still in pain, death is fine," he said "Just leave me dead DNR"

Do not resuscitate Doctor hu, okay? As long as oes to the top floor, let me be"

"But hoill I know?"

"Grace" His voice held annoyance, frustration, and--his saving grace--affection "You’ll know"

"Okay, but you need to get better soon," she said, just as annoyed, frustrated, and affectionate "So I can smack you"

Chapter 22

Life without chocolate is like a beach without water

Josh?"

He had no idea how ht how odd it was that only the day before the sound of his name on her lips would have le her "No," he said

"I haven’t asked you anything yet"

He pried open one eye, noted the clock on his nightstand said ain Maybe she’d think he’d died

"Josh"

He sighed and rolled to his back She wasn’t going to give up Ever He knew that now "I’"

She sank to the bed at his hip and put her hand on his bare chest Her fingers stroked hi over his left nipple

His annoyance abruptly faded, and the age-old question of whether or not an injured et aroused was answered

Yes, he could

"Are you nauseous?" she asked

"No And I know ht"

"Can you follow hed "Fine I’ll see you in a few hours"

"Eight," he said "Eight hours"

"Uh-huh…"

He knew she was totally hu over hiive a shit In fact, he fell asleep just like that, sprawled out like a dog begging for his parts to be stroked…

And woke up a few hours later, overheated It was a fever, he thought dazedly He’d joked about dying, he’dto kick the bucket