accident. That’s what the ruckus was all about. I’ve been busy patching him up.” She glanced back to the couch, watching David’s chest rise and fall in a deep, steady rhythm.
“You’re not just telling me that so I’ll hang up, are you?” Jackie sounded less than convinced. “Are you being held against your will? Say ‘butterscotch’ if you want me to call the police.”
“Don’t be silly.” Sarah leaned up against the kitchen counter and took in the sight of pristine counters and immaculate linoleum. No crumbs. No stains. Not even a stray beer bottle cap. She slid open one of the drawers and found the utensils arranged with military precision. Maybe he hired a maid service. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
The front door opened and the dog dragged Adam inside. As soon as Adam untied the rope, the dog barreled into the kitchen and promptly buried its cold, wet nose in her crotch. She bit back a shriek, knowing any unusual noises would trigger a nine-one-one call from Jackie. She pushed the dog’s head aside and blocked the next two attempts with her knee before Adam hauled him away and shut him in the bedroom.
“Positive. You have nothing to worry about, Jackie.” Unless you count dogs the size of bulldozers. “I’ll call you when I get back to my apartment.”
“Which will be when?”
Sarah peered over at David’s slack form. Adam was crouched beside him, his head bent close, saying something too low to be heard from the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes. I need to talk to Adam before I leave.”
“Oh?” Jackie’s voice perked with interest. “Who’s Adam? Is he the hottie?”
“No, his name is David. Adam is his friend.”
“Is he cute?”
Sarah’s gaze tracked back over to the couch. “I’d say so.” She didn’t elaborate. She’d die of embarrassment if one of the guys overheard her handing out a hotness rating. “Look, I’ll call you with all the details as soon as I get back to my apartment. Love you. Bye.” She hung up before Jackie had the chance to pump her for any more information.
“Everything okay?” Adam asked as soon as Sarah disconnected. He stood and met her in the kitchen.
Sarah nodded. “Just a friend checking up on me.”
“Thanks for all your help.” He looked back toward the couch and a faint smile softened the tension lining his features. “I’m sure David would like to thank you, too, but I think he’s down for the count.”
“I can imagine. He’s had a rough night.” Her gaze tracked over to David, taking in the patchwork of gauze covering his muscular chest. She’d check on him tomorrow, to make sure he kept the cuts clean and free from infection, but right now he needed to rest. “Well, I better get going.” She made a point of checking her watch. “It’s getting late, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I’m right next door if you need any help.”
It was only after she’d returned to her apartment that she started putting the pieces together. Two men in a one-bedroom apartment, and it didn’t look like Adam was going anywhere for the evening. Adam’s concern over David’s welfare. The immaculate housekeeping.
Figures. All the good ones were either married or gay.
chapter 4
“It’s all clear. She’s gone now.”
David’s eyes flew open. “About damn time.” With a grimace, he pushed himself to a seated position and began peeling off the bandages. Christ, did she have to plaster them over every square inch of his body? He gritted his teeth and yanked one off his chest, taking a chunk of hair along with it. “I didn’t think she’d ever leave.”
“Oh, I thought she was really sweet, taking care of you like that. And she looked real cute in those pajamas.” Adam waggled his eyebrows. “Buford took a shine to her, too.”
“Buford?” David raised a brow. “Who’s Buford?”
“The dog.” Adam opened the bedroom door and Buford charged out.
“Oh, no.” David pushed Buford back when the mutt
“You’re not just telling me that so I’ll hang up, are you?” Jackie sounded less than convinced. “Are you being held against your will? Say ‘butterscotch’ if you want me to call the police.”
“Don’t be silly.” Sarah leaned up against the kitchen counter and took in the sight of pristine counters and immaculate linoleum. No crumbs. No stains. Not even a stray beer bottle cap. She slid open one of the drawers and found the utensils arranged with military precision. Maybe he hired a maid service. “I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
The front door opened and the dog dragged Adam inside. As soon as Adam untied the rope, the dog barreled into the kitchen and promptly buried its cold, wet nose in her crotch. She bit back a shriek, knowing any unusual noises would trigger a nine-one-one call from Jackie. She pushed the dog’s head aside and blocked the next two attempts with her knee before Adam hauled him away and shut him in the bedroom.
“Positive. You have nothing to worry about, Jackie.” Unless you count dogs the size of bulldozers. “I’ll call you when I get back to my apartment.”
“Which will be when?”
Sarah peered over at David’s slack form. Adam was crouched beside him, his head bent close, saying something too low to be heard from the kitchen. “Give me ten minutes. I need to talk to Adam before I leave.”
“Oh?” Jackie’s voice perked with interest. “Who’s Adam? Is he the hottie?”
“No, his name is David. Adam is his friend.”
“Is he cute?”
Sarah’s gaze tracked back over to the couch. “I’d say so.” She didn’t elaborate. She’d die of embarrassment if one of the guys overheard her handing out a hotness rating. “Look, I’ll call you with all the details as soon as I get back to my apartment. Love you. Bye.” She hung up before Jackie had the chance to pump her for any more information.
“Everything okay?” Adam asked as soon as Sarah disconnected. He stood and met her in the kitchen.
Sarah nodded. “Just a friend checking up on me.”
“Thanks for all your help.” He looked back toward the couch and a faint smile softened the tension lining his features. “I’m sure David would like to thank you, too, but I think he’s down for the count.”
“I can imagine. He’s had a rough night.” Her gaze tracked over to David, taking in the patchwork of gauze covering his muscular chest. She’d check on him tomorrow, to make sure he kept the cuts clean and free from infection, but right now he needed to rest. “Well, I better get going.” She made a point of checking her watch. “It’s getting late, and I have to get up early for work tomorrow. I’m right next door if you need any help.”
It was only after she’d returned to her apartment that she started putting the pieces together. Two men in a one-bedroom apartment, and it didn’t look like Adam was going anywhere for the evening. Adam’s concern over David’s welfare. The immaculate housekeeping.
Figures. All the good ones were either married or gay.
chapter 4
“It’s all clear. She’s gone now.”
David’s eyes flew open. “About damn time.” With a grimace, he pushed himself to a seated position and began peeling off the bandages. Christ, did she have to plaster them over every square inch of his body? He gritted his teeth and yanked one off his chest, taking a chunk of hair along with it. “I didn’t think she’d ever leave.”
“Oh, I thought she was really sweet, taking care of you like that. And she looked real cute in those pajamas.” Adam waggled his eyebrows. “Buford took a shine to her, too.”
“Buford?” David raised a brow. “Who’s Buford?”
“The dog.” Adam opened the bedroom door and Buford charged out.
“Oh, no.” David pushed Buford back when the mutt
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