Immortally Yours, An Urban Fantasy Romance (Monster MASH, Book 1) by angie fox Page A

absolutely unwilling to make this any easier.  
    Because I was done with this hot soldier wearing nothing but a sheet.  
    Lucky for me, I saw the start of cotton sleep pants where a fine line of hair on his stomach snaked past his lower hips. "Come with me," I said, motioning for a wheelchair.  
    Horace hovered off my left side, frowning.  
    Tell me about it.  
    Galen stood easily. He was recovering faster than I'd expected. Good. If I could just hold him off for a day, I could ship him out.  
    "I don't need a wheelchair," he snorted, towering above me. I stared straight into lean, hard muscle. And at that moment I saw, too, the absurdity of cramming this powerful soldier into a chair.  
    He looked like he could wrestle a minotaur. Still, if I wanted to get him out of here, I had to follow protocol. "It's the only way you're leaving with me."  
    He gave me a faint salty smile. "Are you sure about that?"  
    No. "Listen." I lowered my voice. "You want to talk, right? Well, then I've got to get you somewhere private. In this." I pointed to the wheelchair, the other hand balled into a fist in the pocket of my scrubs. "If anyone sees you walking around, you run the risk of getting sent back to your unit, with or without any interference from me. And you know what? I'd be just fine with that." I'd fall down drunk with relief. "So if you want to talk, get in the chair."  
    The corner of his mouth tipped up. "Do you know your cheeks flush when you're angry?"  
    "Can it. Five more seconds and I walk."  
    If I didn't know better, I would have sworn I saw a flicker of surprise. He stared at me for a long moment, almost daring me to bolt before taking two powerful strides in the direction of the feeble chair. "Shall we?" he asked drily, sprawling over it like a king at court.  
    Good enough for me. I grabbed the handles and steered His Highness down the long hallway toward the door, ignoring the catcalls from the soldiers.  
    The doctor needs to see you alone?  
    Have fun with that exam.  
    Ask her if she makes house calls!  
    I'm next!  
    Galen grinned like he was in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. I, on the other hand, blushed down to my toes. Didn't these guys ever grow up?  
    Didn't they see that I'd won? I'd gotten my way. Galen was going outside with me, per regulations.  
    So why did I feel like I'd just handed him the battle?  
    Jaw clenched, I focused straight ahead as I steered him toward the door. What I had to say to the commander was better said in private. There were very few options if you wanted to be alone in a MASH camp. Walking was one of them.  
    Maybe it would even clear my head. Over the years I'd made a habit of wandering the red dirt paths. It was the only place to go. Outside camp was too dangerous, what with packs of imps on the loose. Not to mention enemy patrols. And if you could manage to avoid those, you risked sand traps that could swallow a person faster than quicksand.  
    Besides, the camp walkways weren't half bad, especially in the evening as the twin suns set. It was cooler then, with fewer people rushing around.  
    At last, we made it out of the recovery tent.  
    "That was brutal," I said as the door slammed closed behind us.  
    "Best time I've had all month," Galen said, throwing an arm over the back of the chair. He gave me a conspiratorial grin. "Maybe I should start letting you order me around."  
    I kept my mouth shut and my eyes on the road. Once I got him somewhere private, it would be worth it.  
    We passed the supply hutch. Naturally the female clerk had to whistle. Then there were the two nurses at the bulletin board, who openly nudged each other and smiled.  
    What was with these people?  
    "Hey, Petra," one of the nurses called, "where are you taking that half-naked demi-god?"  
    "Mind dropping him off at my place?" the other one said, giggling.  
    What? My stomach twisted. "He's not—" Merde. Yes, he was half naked, and had somehow managed to look both