In the morning, Hammer opened his eyes and saw Charlie tending to the wound on his arm. “Well, doc. What is the verdict?” Hammer surveyed her face and enjoyed seeing her brow furrowed when she was thinking or working on something.
She ran her hand over the wounded area and lifted her gaze to Hammer. “You’re healed. Not even a scar.”
Charlie balled the bandage up and tossed it into a bin next to the wall.
She smiled at Hammer. “I did a pretty damn good job.”
Hammer hooked his arm around her waist and pulled her over his body. She giggled when he tossed her down on the flat of her back and rolled on top of her.
“Thank you for saving my life.” Hammer kissed the tip of Charlie’s nose. “My increased healing power had nothing to do with it.”
Then he kissed her cheek and moved over to her l
