by Tessa Teevan
I’ve been to Knox’s place every day since then, but we’ve barely interacted. When I showed up on Sunday after working out with Dad, he frowned at the bruise that was forming on my cheek from a jab I hadn’t blocked, but he only opened the door to let me in, not saying a word. Since then, we’ve only talked when necessary, and it hasn’t escaped my attention that he still hasn’t asked me to put the lotion on his back. I felt bad that I’d forgotten, but I wasn’t bringing it up if he wasn’t going to.
I’m pulling up to his house, ready to take him to a doctor appointment. I know he’s wishing that he’s going to get the okay to stop wearing the brace, and I’m hopeful for him, too. Maybe that’ll put him in a better mood. Although he hasn’t asked about the lotion, the evil part of me hopes he isn’t quite done with it yet. Cohen promised I’d get to rub lotion on his skin, and I inwardly cringe as I realize that I sound like freaking Buffalo Bill. “It rubs the lotion on its skin or it gets the hose again.” What the hell, Charlie? I think to myself as I shake the thought out of my head. Am I really quoting a fictional serial killer from Silence of the Lambs as I imagine rubbing my hands over his body? God, help me. If I start to discuss the delectable pairing of a Chilean Malbec with the juicy part of the brain, please find the nearest looney bin and drop me at their front door.
I exit the car and make my way up the front porch steps. I’m about to knock on the door when he opens it.
“Been waitin’ for you all damn day, sweetheart,” he informs me as he impatiently taps his fingers against the doorjamb.
Rolling my eyes, I don’t bother to check him out, because all I’ve seen him in since Saturday is a pair of basketball shorts and his brace, which he’s currently not wearing. “Sorry, Your Majesty, but I do have a job that requires me to show up and, you know, put in eight hours of work. That’s why Cohen scheduled your appointments for the afternoon.” I glance down at my watch and realize that, if we don’t get out of here soon, we’re going to be late. “Would it have killed you to have gotten dressed before I got here?”
I brush past him and head back towards his bedroom and into his closet. Hearing him behind me, I don’t turn around. Instead I start looking for an acceptable shirt he can slip on to go with his shorts. Finally, I decide on just a simple green t-shirt, not purposely choosing it so it matches his eyes or anything. Yeah, right.
When I turn around, I spot him sitting on the edge of his bed, watching me. I throw the shirt at him. “Here, put this on.” The shirt hits him square in the chest and falls into his lap. With my hands on my hips, I want impatiently, but he just sits there, still watching me.
“Umm, sweetheart, I could use a little help here,” he informs me, holding out his broken arm to show that he might need some assistance. Oh come on. He can’t honestly expect me to believe that he can’t get a t-shirt around his cast. Sighing, I cross the room to him and grab the material from him.
“This might be easier if you stand up,” I tell him, and he complies silently. Even at my five foot eight, he still stands about half a foot taller than me, so I climb onto his bed, standing up on it. He moves closer so I can help him. After I instruct him to hold his arms out, he complies as I place the open sleeve over his broken arm and feed it up past his cast. Putting his good arm through the other sleeve, I easily slip it up and over his head. It gets caught on his ear, so I have to yank down, causing him to curse. I can’t help the smirk that spreads over my face as I pull the t-shirt the rest of the way down, my fingers lingering on the skin as I cover it. He scowls at me, and before I know it, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me to him so we’re chest to chest.
“I have to admit, Charlie, I’m used to women undressing me. Not the other way around. But I think I can get used to you doing this for me, especially if you keep looking at me like it pains you to cover me up,” he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling me as his words send a shiver down my spine.
Pulling back from him, I glare. “I was no—” He cuts me off my placing a long finger on my lips.
“Whatever you want to tell yourself, sweetheart,” he says, grinning at me. What was it that I called him? Oh yeah, an arrogant cockbag.
“Excuse me for trying to be helpful. And stop calling me sweetheart! I have a name, you know.”
He just keeps grinning at me, and I swear that in three days’ time he’s learned how to push every single one of my buttons. Huffing, I clamber off the bed and leave the room with him trailing behind me. When we get to the living room, I remember that he needs his brace, so I run back to his room to get it. He scowls but allows me to fasten it on him.
“Get your shit. You’ve wasted enough of my time and I’m not going to make you late to the first appointment that I’m supposed to take you to,” I snap, watching as he grabs his wallet and keys.
He locks up the house, and it isn’t until we’re in the car and on the highway that I begin to smell the sweat on him. Wrinkling my nose, I look over at him only to find him staring out the window.
“Umm Knox?”
He turns to look at me, and the serene look on his face catches me off guard. Like he’d been lost in his thoughts and I just pulled him away from something special. His eyebrows rise as he waits for me to continue.
“Have you showered since your brother left?” I ask, feeling like a jerk the moment the words escape my lips.
His brow furrows as he looks at me. “It’s not exactly easy getting dressed, undressed, and into the shower with my cast and brace, Charlie. I can do sponge baths, but that’s about it. I’m doing the best I can.”
I clear my throat, my hands gripping the steering wheel. I’m watching the road ahead, but I can feel his gaze on me. “You know, umm, I can help, if you want. Cohen told me how to wrap your arm, so seriously, any time you want, just let me know. I have no problem making sure that you’re fresh and clean.”
I glance over at him, and a smile lights up his face. “Okay, Andre 3000. After we get back from the doctor’s office, you can get me naked and into the shower so that I can smell nice and manly for you.”
“Andre 3000? Seriously?” I ask, and he grins at me, launching into the Outkast song “So Fresh, So Clean.” Honestly, the thought of getting him naked and in the shower has me both salivating and shaking, but if it’ll help him out, I guess I don’t mind lending a helping hand. Maybe it’ll brighten his demeanor a little bit if he’s feeling refreshed, relaxed, and well…a little less smelly.
As we pull up to the doctor’s office, Knox sobers and stares at the building before he exits the car. “I’m so fucking ready to be done with this shit,” he says, not exactly to me, but more to himself.
“How many appointments have you had?” I ask him, because other than the initial conversation we had, he’s never talked to me about his injuries, the coma, or what he’s been doing since he was released from the hospital.
“Way too many. I’d gladly never step foot in another hospital or doctor’s office for the rest of my life once all this is over with. Too many memories. The week I had to spend here after they took me out of the coma was brutal and depressing as hell.”
“Was this the first time you’ve been injured in the line of duty?”
The question causes a dark shadow to form in his eyes, and he simply shakes his head as we go through the automatic doors. He doesn’t say anything to me before he goes to check in, letting the receptionist know that he’s here. We sit in the waiting room, and his legs begins to shake, bouncing up and down as if he’s nervous or antsy.
“You okay?” I ask, and he gives me a small smile.
“Yeah, I’m good, sweetheart. Just really hoping to get the all clear to get this damn brace off.”
“Is it really that bad?” I’ve never had to wear anything like it, but I do know that I can only sleep on my stomach or my side, and I don’t think I’d be able to do it with that.
Shrugging his shoulders, he stares at the television on the wall across from us as he answers me. “I can barely sl
eep when I have it on unless I’ve taken my pain medication. And I’m tired of feeling lethargic and weak all day long from taking the pills. But until I’m out of this brace, I don’t think I’ll be able to wean myself off of them. I’m just so ready to be active again, and it’s driving me nuts being such a shut-in.”
Instinctively, I place my hand on his thigh, and his leg stills beneath my touch. “I’m sure, if not today, it won’t be much longer. And once you’re cleared for physical therapy, we can start getting you out of the house and doing some physical stuff. I know a great place where we can rent paddle boats. Since you’ll be out of commission with your arm, that’ll be a great way for you to exert energy with your legs.”
He places his hand over the one that I have on his thigh and grins at me wickedly. “Oh, sweetheart, I can think of a few things I can do to expend some energy that having a bum arm won’t affect.”
Pulling my hand away from his grasp, I’m about to respond when the door opens and his name is called. He stands up and looks down at me. “Coming?”
I rise and follow him, surprised that he is okay with me joining him. Cohen made it sound like he’d give me some grief about it, so I was expecting him to put up more of a fight.
We follow the nurse back to an examination room, and she checks Knox’s vitals and removes his brace. I roll my eyes as he flirts with her, and she’s eating up every single word and sexy smile he throws her way. Eventually, she takes him down to x-ray so they can see how he’s healing, leaving me alone in the room. It’s not long before he comes back, but I’ve already pulled out the paperback I leave tucked in my purse for slow days at work, diving into the story of Acheron, desperate to learn more about him after having to get through fourteen books to find out more. Once the nurse leaves, I notice Knox pull out his phone, and we sit in silence until I hear a faint knock on the door.
It opens, and a petite woman with gorgeous auburn hair enters the room. She looks vaguely familiar, and she smiles at Knox sitting on the waiting table. She’s probably in her late thirties, but she’s beautiful, and I’d love to know her skin care regimen.
“Good afternoon, Sergeant Wellington. Nice to see you again,” she says, and he grins at her.
“How many times have I told you to call me Knox, Dr. B?”
Flushing slightly, she just shakes her head and goes to grab his chart. This is when she finally notices me in the corner. Her eyes widen slightly at the same time I catch the name on her ID tag. Dr. Olivia Branch.
IT DOESN’T escape my attention that Dr. B and Charlie are looking at each other like they don’t know what to say. It’s weird to say the least.
“Hi, Charlotte. I’m not sure if you remember me, but we met at the Christmas party last winter.” She walks over and extends her hand, and Charlie stands and takes it, shaking it softly.
“Hi, Dr. Branch. Yes, I remember you. Nice to see you again,” she tells her before returning to her seat.
“You two know each other?” I ask, remembering the argument we had where she’d mentioned her father was a doctor.
Dr. B looks at me and then back at Charlie. “I work with her father here at the hospital.”
Charlie raises her eyebrows and looks towards me, avoiding eye contact with the doc. “Yes, and I believe she and Dad just had dinner together the other night. They apparently know each other very well,” she says with a teasing hint in her voice. I notice that she’s being playful, not condescending, but I kinda feel for the doc when a pink blush falls on her face.
She clears her throat. “Well, umm, yes, we’ve become pretty good friends over the past year. Dinner was delightful. I didn’t know he told you.”
Waving her off, Charlie laughs. “Oh, Dad tells me nothing. I just happened to stop by before he was heading out. I’m glad to hear you had a good time. He definitely doesn’t get out enough.”
Interrupting them because I couldn’t care less about hearing about the doc’s or Charlie’s dad’s dating life, I speak over them. “Umm, excuse me ladies, but can we continue this tea party at a later date? I’d really like to get this show on the road.”
Dr. B comes over and gingerly touches my spine, going to town as she checks me over, asking about pain and discomfort. I answer as honestly as I can, although I want to lie and say I have no more pain. The truth is, I am beginning to feel less sore every day that passes, but certain movements or tweaks still send sharp pains in my lower back and my ribs. I wince as she checks out my ribs, and she frowns when she notices the sharp intake of breath.
“Your ribs should start healing any day now, Knox. They’ll be tender for a while, so you still need to take it easy.”
Right in that moment, an orderly knocks on the door and enters, handing the doc an envelope.
“Ah, the moment of truth. Let’s see how those ribs and vertebrae are healing,” she tells me, taking the images out of the envelope and putting them up to the lit screen on the wall opposite me.
She studies the images in silence before turning to face me with a tight smile. “You’re healing very well, Knox, and I’m happy with how the bones are fusing together. However, I think I’d still like you to stick it out with the brace for at least two more weeks to ensure that there isn’t any accidental movement as they continue to heal.”
Groaning, I run my fingers through my short hair and catch the sympathetic look that crosses over Charlie’s face. “Come on, Doc. It’s killing me not to shower. Charlie here was just telling me that I smelled on the way over here. Sponge baths blow.”
“Knox, let’s just give it two more weeks. But I will give you clearance to shower. You can take it off to sleep and shower, but the rest of the time, I want you in it. In two weeks, we’ll revisit the thought of you taking it off permanently, okay?”
Sighing, I nod. At least I can shower, but I’m still going to need Charlie’s help, and suddenly keeping the brace doesn’t seem so bad. The thought of her helping me undress turns me on almost as much as her fingers grazing my skin when she helped me dress earlier did.
“I’m going to keep you in your cast for a few more weeks as well. I want to make sure your bones are fully healed before we start you on physical therapy. That being said, I think it’s safe to start doing lower body exercises and static stretches, given that there aren’t any twisting movements. It might be a good idea to get you on a stationary bike so you can start trying to build up your cardio again.”
I can see the grin on Charlie’s face and I know she’s patting herself on the back for her boat paddling idea. I won’t lie. I’m intrigued by the idea of working out with her, and being on the water alone together could help us find common ground. You know, maybe be civil for more than five minutes and finally get to know each other on some kind of personal level.
Dr. Branch spends the next five or so minutes telling me—and Charlie—about the static stretching exercises she wants me to do until the next appointment and advises us on the things I can and can’t do. Hell, I’m just glad I can finally shower with permission. She finishes up and promises to see me in two weeks, with hopes that we can say goodbye to the brace at that time.
Charlie stands, moves over to the bed, and picks up my brace. She moves to put it on me, and I notice that she’s careful not to touch me, her fingers only gracing the brace. Finishing up, she looks at me sweetly. “Ready to go?”
She’s so close to me that I can’t help but lean in and give her a quick kiss on the cheek. Her eyes widen with surprise, and she backs away from me quickly. “Let’s get goin’,” I tell her, and she follows me silently out to the parking lot. I don’t miss the moment where I see her placing her hand on her cheek where my lips just grazed her skin. I have no idea why the hell I did that, but something about her being so close to me had me wanting to touch her, and that felt like it was the safest way.
We both get in her car, and there’s an uncomfortable silence as she heads back towards my house. When she pulls into the driveway, she doesn’t cut off the ignition. Turn
ing towards me, she asks, “Is there anything you need me to do? I had a really long day at work and just want to get home and crash if you don’t need anything.”
Even though I told myself I want to distance myself from her, I’m fighting the urge to find a reason for her to come inside. The truth is, with the freezer-ready meals she’s made for me, I really don’t need her around other than to help with the lotion on my back, but I’m hesitant to ask her to do that.
“Nah, I’m good. I’ll just heat up something for dinner and crash on the couch. No big deal. “
She gives me a tight smile. “Okay, well, you have my number, so give me a call if you need anything, okay?”
“Sure thing, Charlie. Uhh…have a good night,” I tell her before I start to exit the car. At the last minute, I turn back towards her. “Actually, would you mind coming in for about twenty minutes?”
Raising her eyebrows at me, she asks why. I grin as I pull my shirt away from my chest and air it out a little.
“Hey, you’re the one who said I smell, and you heard Dr. B give the go-ahead to use the shower. I promise not to make you uncomfortable, but I just need a little help with my shorts.”
Sighing, she puts the car in park and turns off the engine. “You know, this is pretty unorthodox when it comes to my volunteering duties, but I guess it wouldn’t be fair for me to insult you and then not help you out when you ask for it. But I’m warning you. No funny business. This is strictly professional, got it?”
I give her a mock salute. “Loud and clear, Charlie. I just want to get clean. No ulterior motives here. Besides, you’re not my type anyways,” I tell her as I climb out of the car. I’m not exactly lying when I say that, but I can see her becoming my type pretty damn quickly.
