She grabbed his hand. “I trust you more than anyone else I know.”
He grinned, a smile that turned his face from handsome to breath-taking.
Leaning in, he kissed her gently.
“Thank you, baby. Let’s get you into bed, okay? You look knackered.”
She smiled. Most of the time he sounded so American, then every so often his accent would become obvious or he’d say a word like knackered and his English heritage would slip through. It was sexy as hell.
Ignoring her protests that she could do it herself, he soon had her stripped and dressed in amazingly comfortable pajamas.
“You didn’t have to buy me anything, Damien.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure what you had. There are more clothes in the dresser for when you’re feeling better. Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
“Yes, but I can—Damien!”
He swept
