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Nicole hovered over Sly until he groaned and said he was ‘fine.’ She knew when she pushed him that far that he was frustrated with her but didn’t know how to say back off. It also meant he was feeling better and the pain wasn’t as bad as it was the day before.
Nicole settled in her chair with a book, watching Sly more than she read the pages of the book. He stared at the TV, his eyes glazed over.
Until there was a knock on the door.
“Can we come in?” Rocky asked. He was in a wheelchair wearing a hospital gown with a blanket draped over his lap. Behind him was a stunning man with dark hair and skin, and eyes that said she better not hurt his friend.
Ha. If he only knew. Nicole was not the one in danger of doing the hurting.
“Of course,” Nicole said, forcing a smile to her lips.
Sly
