looked around the cabin. “I noticed a shower in the bathroom, does it work?”
Jack chuckled, flashing a dimple she hadn’t noticed until now.
“Yes, it works.”
“I didn’t really take a good look at it. I guess I was too busy trying not to fall off the toilet.” She laughed, pleased to see his mood shift.
“You’ll have to wait until I kick in the generator that heats the water. It takes about twenty minutes.” He pushed away from the table. “I’ll go turn it on, and then we can take a look at your hand, and your head while we’re at it.”
Jenna smiled her thanks, her gaze following him from the room. Just then, she realized she hadn’t once looked, or thought about looking in a mirror. How can that be? I’m still the same girl who never goes anywhere without make-up…or am I?
She held out her hand to inspect her nails. They were definitely in need of a little TLC, but for whatever reason, it didn’t bother her. Having such a close brush with death had her reassessing her life and what was most important.
Jack came out of the bathroom. “Give it half an hour and you’ll be good to go. Unfortunately, I don’t have an endless supply of hot water. You get a ten minute shower, if you’re lucky.”
“I’m sure it will feel amazing.”
Jack picked up his case beside the couch and brought it to the table. “How about laying your arm out so I can take a look?”
He worked quickly, with a gentle touch. Soon she felt air against the skin that had been wrapped up—her fingers were black and blue.
“Try and move them.”
She did as asked and immediately sucked air through clenched teeth. She’d expected it to be painful, but…
“Hang in there with me...I need to feel how the breaks are healing.”
Jenna nodded and pressed her lips firmly together, looking the other way.
“Your fingers seem to be healing nicely. I think we can ditch the splint and just tape these three together.” He mindfully cleaned the glue from the bandages and applied medicated salve of some type, then held the three fingers together—his brow wrinkled as his gaze shifted from her fingers to his medical supplies and then to her face. “Hold your fingers together for me. Not too hard now…”
It surprised her to see her hand shaking as she complied. It wasn’t because of the pain, or being unsettled about her injuries. Having him this close, his touch so gentle…
Suddenly Jack’s face came into view; a look of amusement lifted the corners of his far too sexy mouth. She’d obviously been lost in her own thoughts.
How long has he been waiting for me to zone back in?
She quickly dropped her head and once again cursed the heat rushing to her face. “Oh my…I’m sorry.”
He didn’t tease her like she expected him to, and went about taping her fingers together before covering them in plastic for the shower.
Jenna turned her hand over and back in between them. “I take it you’ve done this a time or two? I hardly felt a thing.”
He sat back in his chair and sipped at his coffee. “Actually, I’m winging it. Other than putting a bandage on me a time or two, you’re officially my first patient.”
“I’m impressed.” She looked up to find him gazing into her eyes, not at his handiwork. Her pulse quickened and she feigned interest in something out the window. She’d have to be dead not to feel some serious chemistry between the two of them. The realization made her happy and scared shitless in the same moment.
“I’m sorry but I can’t promise removing the bandages on your scalp won’t be painful.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m ready.”
He chuckled. “It’s not going to hurt less with your eyes closed.”
Cut it out! How old are you, twelve? She cussed the tell-tale warmth to her face returning.
“Ow!” His pulling on the bandages tugged on her matted hair and sent a sharp pain through her skull and down her neck.
“I’m sorry. The worst is over for now.” He cut a
Jack chuckled, flashing a dimple she hadn’t noticed until now.
“Yes, it works.”
“I didn’t really take a good look at it. I guess I was too busy trying not to fall off the toilet.” She laughed, pleased to see his mood shift.
“You’ll have to wait until I kick in the generator that heats the water. It takes about twenty minutes.” He pushed away from the table. “I’ll go turn it on, and then we can take a look at your hand, and your head while we’re at it.”
Jenna smiled her thanks, her gaze following him from the room. Just then, she realized she hadn’t once looked, or thought about looking in a mirror. How can that be? I’m still the same girl who never goes anywhere without make-up…or am I?
She held out her hand to inspect her nails. They were definitely in need of a little TLC, but for whatever reason, it didn’t bother her. Having such a close brush with death had her reassessing her life and what was most important.
Jack came out of the bathroom. “Give it half an hour and you’ll be good to go. Unfortunately, I don’t have an endless supply of hot water. You get a ten minute shower, if you’re lucky.”
“I’m sure it will feel amazing.”
Jack picked up his case beside the couch and brought it to the table. “How about laying your arm out so I can take a look?”
He worked quickly, with a gentle touch. Soon she felt air against the skin that had been wrapped up—her fingers were black and blue.
“Try and move them.”
She did as asked and immediately sucked air through clenched teeth. She’d expected it to be painful, but…
“Hang in there with me...I need to feel how the breaks are healing.”
Jenna nodded and pressed her lips firmly together, looking the other way.
“Your fingers seem to be healing nicely. I think we can ditch the splint and just tape these three together.” He mindfully cleaned the glue from the bandages and applied medicated salve of some type, then held the three fingers together—his brow wrinkled as his gaze shifted from her fingers to his medical supplies and then to her face. “Hold your fingers together for me. Not too hard now…”
It surprised her to see her hand shaking as she complied. It wasn’t because of the pain, or being unsettled about her injuries. Having him this close, his touch so gentle…
Suddenly Jack’s face came into view; a look of amusement lifted the corners of his far too sexy mouth. She’d obviously been lost in her own thoughts.
How long has he been waiting for me to zone back in?
She quickly dropped her head and once again cursed the heat rushing to her face. “Oh my…I’m sorry.”
He didn’t tease her like she expected him to, and went about taping her fingers together before covering them in plastic for the shower.
Jenna turned her hand over and back in between them. “I take it you’ve done this a time or two? I hardly felt a thing.”
He sat back in his chair and sipped at his coffee. “Actually, I’m winging it. Other than putting a bandage on me a time or two, you’re officially my first patient.”
“I’m impressed.” She looked up to find him gazing into her eyes, not at his handiwork. Her pulse quickened and she feigned interest in something out the window. She’d have to be dead not to feel some serious chemistry between the two of them. The realization made her happy and scared shitless in the same moment.
“I’m sorry but I can’t promise removing the bandages on your scalp won’t be painful.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “I’m ready.”
He chuckled. “It’s not going to hurt less with your eyes closed.”
Cut it out! How old are you, twelve? She cussed the tell-tale warmth to her face returning.
“Ow!” His pulling on the bandages tugged on her matted hair and sent a sharp pain through her skull and down her neck.
“I’m sorry. The worst is over for now.” He cut a
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