“The water’s cold enough. It’s clearing my head a bit.”
“Okay,” she said and turned it off.
Grabbing a towel from the bar, she dried him. When she got to his waist, she stilled her hands.
“This is the state I’ve been in since I saw you. Gunshot wound, spider bite, cold shower. Nothing seems to derail this reaction.”
She raised a brow and moved behind him to dry his back, then wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Can you make it back to the bed by yourself?”
“We’ll see,” Logan said as he put one unsteady foot in front of the other.
After he cleared the bathroom doorway, she darted past him to pull back the covers. She turned around just as Logan sat ungracefully on the bed. Courtney helped him put his legs under the sheet and the pillow under his head. She pulled the sheet up to his
