Jade struggled in that half-awake, half-asleep state. She’d slept well, but some gnawing memory was going to surface as soon as she allowed full consciousness to kick in, a memory sure to be unpleasant.
Oh yeah, there it was. Keeping her eyes shut didn’t fool her consciousness. It screamed at her: “The hottest guy you meet in months … years even … and you get sick and throw up all over yourself! Kiss that baby good-bye. On second thought, eat a breath mint and wave bye to that one from a distance.”
“Quit worrying. I’ll be there soon.” A deep voice penetrated through the one she was trying to block out.
Her eyes shot opened as she sprang up into a sitting position. Sunshine streamed through her window. She sat in her own bed in her own boxers and t-shirt … and her bra? And Kai Malone stood at the foot of the bed, watching her.
He dropped his phone into his pocket and flashed a broad smile. “Morning, Shank. I trust you’re feeling better.” His deep voice vibrated through her like somebody had just thrumbed the lowest string on a bass violin. He still wore yesterday’s clothes, a bit wrinkled. A thick layer of dark stubble shadowed his face. Rugged … very sexy.
Her fingers flew to her hair. Ick! It felt as stiff as the rest of her body. She sorted through vague memories of being at the Urgent Care last night. She lay back against the headboard, propping herself against the pillow to take inventory. Stiffness, but no pain. No nausea. “All in all, pretty good, considering you tried to kill me.”