Sipping at my tea, I slouch in a kitchen chair. Looking around, I try and imagine the days when this cozy little cabin was bustling with life. Apparently, Jacey and Gabe spent every summer here with their grandparents, and Brand was here a lot.
Because I’d done a little bit of digging, I know that Brand’s parents’ house is just down the road. When we drove here, he didn’t even point it out.
There’s bad blood there, obviously. I just can’t imagine what a guy like him could possibly have done to make his own parents turn on him.
The sound of the shower running jars me from my thoughts and I look up in alarm. Brand isn’t supposed to get the dressings on his thigh wet. God, he’s stubborn.
I leap out of the chair and sprint down the hall, throwing open the bathroom door.
Brand is completely naked, balanced against the bathroom sink as he prepares to maneuver himself into the shower.
He’s surprised to see me, and I’m frozen as I stare at him.
He’s absolutely beautiful naked.
It’s like he’s been sculpted from marble by a skilled master. Michelangelo, perhaps. I suck in a breath, unable to take my eyes away from him.
Rippled abs.
Chiseled pecs.
Thighs like steel.
And then, then…
My eyes travel south.
Dear Lord.
Brand clears his throat. “My eyes are up here, Miss Greene.”
I flush a thousand shades of red as I yank my gaze up to meet his. His eyes are filled with amusement…at my expense.
He lifts an eyebrow. “Can I help you?”
“You’re not supposed to shower,” I stammer. “You’re supposed to sponge off this week. Remember?”
Brand rolls his eyes with a sigh.
“I don’t need to remember. Apparently you remember for me.”
I toss him a towel and regrettably, he wraps it around his hips, hiding his glorious body before he grabs his crutches.
“I don’t have the first clue how to take a sponge bath,” he grumbles as he limps past me.
“Me either,” I tell him. “But we can figure it out.”
We.
The butterflies start flying again, hard and fast, in my stomach. Brand turns to look at me.
“We?”
I nod. “Yeah. What kind of nurse would I be if I didn’t help? Go lie down on your bed. I’ll be there in a minute with the stuff.”
Brand rolls his eyes and mutters beneath his breath, but he hobbles away. I rush to the kitchen and get a huge bowl of warm water before I stop at the hall closet for washcloths, towels and soap. My hands shake the entire time.
What the hell am I doing?