had to be a good sign.
“Can you move?”
“I think so.” She straightened in her seat.
“So far, so good.”
He didn’t give her a chance to do anything
else before he unhooked her seat belt and slowly slid his arms beneath her.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you out of the car.”
Scooping her up in his arms, he pushed the
door closed with his hip and headed for the house. Walker ran ahead a few feet,
stopped and looked back at him, then ran ahead again.
“I can walk, Dax.”
He ignored her protest and kept walking. By
the time he made it the short distance to his house, they were both soaked. He
walked through the front door, kicked it shut, and headed straight for the
couch in the living room.
“Don’t you dare put me down on that
beautiful couch. I’m soaked.”
She was also shivering. First order would
be to get her dry and warm. Dax continued on through his bedroom and into the
master bath. He let her slide down his body, holding her close to be sure she
didn’t fall.
“I’ll call for the ambulance while you get
dry.”
“ No . I don’t need an ambulance. I’m fine .
The airbag and seat belt kept me from hitting anything.”
He frowned. “You should be checked out. I
can take you to the ER—”
“ NO . I don’t need to go to the
hospital.”
“You’re shivering.”
“I’m wet. So are you.” The dog let loose a
loud bark, then shook the water from his fur. “So is Walker.”
Once he was certain she wouldn’t fall, Dax
released Kelcey and crossed to the towel cabinet. He removed two thick, fluffy
towels and handed one to her. “I’ll give you some privacy so you can dry off.
Or take a shower if you want to. I’ll leave some sweats for you on the bed,
okay? Then I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
He peered closely into her eyes. They
looked clear and as blue as usual, her pupils reactive the way they should be.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Kelcey smiled. “I promise I’m okay. I just
need to dry off and drink something warm.”
“Coffee or hot chocolate?”
Her eyes widened a bit. “Oooh, hot
chocolate please.”
If she could get so excited about
chocolate, she must be okay. “Hot chocolate coming up. Let’s go, Walker.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him.
Quickly searching through a dresser drawer, he located a gray sweatshirt and
matching pants and laid them, along with a pair of socks, on his bed. Grabbing
more socks and a pair of navy sweatpants for himself, he headed for the laundry
room with Walker by his side.
After stripping off his wet clothes, he
swiped the towel over his body and donned the sweatpants and socks. He took a
beach towel from the cabinet above the dryer and dropped to his knees before
Walker.
“Let’s get you a little drier, okay?” The
dog answered his question with a lick to Dax’s cheek. Dax chuckled as he rubbed
the towel over Walker’s back. “Yeah, I thought you’d like this. You probably
want to be brushed too.”
Walker barked, which made Dax laugh. “I
know you well, don’t I, boy?”
Movement to his left caught Dax’s
attention. He saw his socks encasing a pair of small feet and curvy calves. The
socks stopped just below Kelcey’s knees…her bare knees. His gaze slid up smooth
thighs to the hem of his sweatshirt, which hit her a couple of inches below her
crotch.
“The pants wouldn’t stay up,” she said
softly.
Dax had no complaints about that. If he
leaned forward a few inches, he could nuzzle Kelcey in that warm place between
her thighs.
His gaze lifted, pausing long enough to
notice her hard nipples pressing against the fleece before he continued on to
her face. Pink bloomed in her cheeks. She was obviously embarrassed to stand
before him in next to nothing. Ordering his randy hormones to behave, he stood.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. You’re a lot more…” She stopped
and her gaze passed over his chest and stomach. “Husky than I am.”
He
“Can you move?”
“I think so.” She straightened in her seat.
“So far, so good.”
He didn’t give her a chance to do anything
else before he unhooked her seat belt and slowly slid his arms beneath her.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you out of the car.”
Scooping her up in his arms, he pushed the
door closed with his hip and headed for the house. Walker ran ahead a few feet,
stopped and looked back at him, then ran ahead again.
“I can walk, Dax.”
He ignored her protest and kept walking. By
the time he made it the short distance to his house, they were both soaked. He
walked through the front door, kicked it shut, and headed straight for the
couch in the living room.
“Don’t you dare put me down on that
beautiful couch. I’m soaked.”
She was also shivering. First order would
be to get her dry and warm. Dax continued on through his bedroom and into the
master bath. He let her slide down his body, holding her close to be sure she
didn’t fall.
“I’ll call for the ambulance while you get
dry.”
“ No . I don’t need an ambulance. I’m fine .
The airbag and seat belt kept me from hitting anything.”
He frowned. “You should be checked out. I
can take you to the ER—”
“ NO . I don’t need to go to the
hospital.”
“You’re shivering.”
“I’m wet. So are you.” The dog let loose a
loud bark, then shook the water from his fur. “So is Walker.”
Once he was certain she wouldn’t fall, Dax
released Kelcey and crossed to the towel cabinet. He removed two thick, fluffy
towels and handed one to her. “I’ll give you some privacy so you can dry off.
Or take a shower if you want to. I’ll leave some sweats for you on the bed,
okay? Then I’ll throw your clothes in the dryer.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
He peered closely into her eyes. They
looked clear and as blue as usual, her pupils reactive the way they should be.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Kelcey smiled. “I promise I’m okay. I just
need to dry off and drink something warm.”
“Coffee or hot chocolate?”
Her eyes widened a bit. “Oooh, hot
chocolate please.”
If she could get so excited about
chocolate, she must be okay. “Hot chocolate coming up. Let’s go, Walker.”
He closed the bathroom door behind him.
Quickly searching through a dresser drawer, he located a gray sweatshirt and
matching pants and laid them, along with a pair of socks, on his bed. Grabbing
more socks and a pair of navy sweatpants for himself, he headed for the laundry
room with Walker by his side.
After stripping off his wet clothes, he
swiped the towel over his body and donned the sweatpants and socks. He took a
beach towel from the cabinet above the dryer and dropped to his knees before
Walker.
“Let’s get you a little drier, okay?” The
dog answered his question with a lick to Dax’s cheek. Dax chuckled as he rubbed
the towel over Walker’s back. “Yeah, I thought you’d like this. You probably
want to be brushed too.”
Walker barked, which made Dax laugh. “I
know you well, don’t I, boy?”
Movement to his left caught Dax’s
attention. He saw his socks encasing a pair of small feet and curvy calves. The
socks stopped just below Kelcey’s knees…her bare knees. His gaze slid up smooth
thighs to the hem of his sweatshirt, which hit her a couple of inches below her
crotch.
“The pants wouldn’t stay up,” she said
softly.
Dax had no complaints about that. If he
leaned forward a few inches, he could nuzzle Kelcey in that warm place between
her thighs.
His gaze lifted, pausing long enough to
notice her hard nipples pressing against the fleece before he continued on to
her face. Pink bloomed in her cheeks. She was obviously embarrassed to stand
before him in next to nothing. Ordering his randy hormones to behave, he stood.
“Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay. You’re a lot more…” She stopped
and her gaze passed over his chest and stomach. “Husky than I am.”
He
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