“OK,” he said calmly. “What do you need? I mean, right now? What can I do?”
Surprised at how his caveman-dragging-woman-around-by-her-hair tone had softened, how he’d gone from issuing demands and orders to asking what she needed, Jo genuinely considered his question.
“Uh, well.” She was thinking out loud and absently tracing the tattoos on his wrists, beautifully visible where his jean jacket sleeves had ridden up slightly. His whole body warmed at her sweet touch. “I have a change of clothes here, so no need to go back to my place for that.”
“OK.”
“I am tired,” she said, and he could tell that it cost her something to say that to him, to admit weakness and need. “I want to lie down in a bed.”
“Do you want me to take you to the hospital? Get you checked out?”
“No. No, I’m really alr
