Chapter 14: Fox Sullivan
Fox sat naked and cross-legged at the foot of the bed, watching as Warrick Synclaire slept. Fox was one of the largest members of his pack, but at six foot three, Warrick towered over him, and it had taken Fox quite a bit of time and energy to wrestle Warrick out of his clothes.
Now he sprawled on his back, his mouth open as he snored and a fine line of drool dampened the pillow. Not in the least attractive, and Fox shook his head at his foolishness at still being drawn to the big man.
He had been from the moment the ambulance driver had helped unload him and get him into the operating theatre. Rick had looked into his eyes and said, “I’ve got two legs, Doctor. If I come out of surgery with anything less than the two, I will come after you, if I have to drag mys
