“I’m not an idiot, Mara. Reverse psychology, and it worked a treat.”
“I’m confused.”
“I told you both to stay away from each other—reverse psychology.”
Really!
“So you mean to tell me, all the time we were worried about how us being together would affect you, you wanted us together.”
Reece grins.
“You’re a dick,” I point out.
“Yeah, but you love me.”
“Hmm.”
“Good morning. How’s my patient today?” the nurse asks barging in as though there isn’t two guys at the side of my bed.
“Okay…I think. My whole body feels as though I’ve been hit by an eighteen-wheeler, but can I ask what my injuries are?”
I should have asked Donovan, but he looked so ready to break that I’d wanted to spare his feelings and wait.
“That’s what stumbling down stairs will do to you. The doctor operated on your arm last night and put a couple of pins in there to help it heal so you haven’t to move it. A cast will be going on later today once the swelling has reduced a bit more. Your ankle is badly sprained so you’re going to have trouble getting around for a while because we can’t give you crutches with your arm like it is, although if you need it they might give you one crutch to help you balance.”
“Wonderful. So I’m going to need help getting around? Is that what you’re saying?”
“I’m afraid so Honey.” She straps the blood pressure cuff around my good arm now that the guys have stepped over to the window for her to do her job. “Don’t worry. You’ll be back on your feet in no time providing you don’t put any pressure on your ankle. You have a handsome young man to look after you.”
My neck still aches, but not as much as when I woke up so I look at Donovan and catch my breath.
The machine lets out weird noises, causing Reece and Donovan to stand straight against the wall.
“Breathe, Mara.” She chuckles.
“Which one of you two will be looking after her recovery?”
“That will be me.” Donovan moves away from the wall. “She’s my girl.” He smiles.
“How are you going to look after my sister?” Reece frowns.
Donovan turns to face him. “Do you have a problem with me looking after my girl?”
“This is weird.”
“I want her with me. No, I need her with me.” Donovan stands his ground.
“I’m not arguing,” Reece states and walks back over to me. “I’m going to go.” He kisses me. “You didn’t ruin anything—you remember that, okay?”
Nodding hurts, so I grimace, and say, “I will. I love you brother.”
“I love you sis. Don’t ever frighten me like that again.”
“I’ll try not too,” I whisper.
He pulls Donovan into his arms for a manly hug. “Take care of her…and get some sleep.”
“Yes, Mom.”