Because she wasn’t sure if that was him or the medicine speaking, she let the comment pass. “I’m just glad no one was seriously hurt in that wreck—including you,” she commented. “As violent as the impact was, I was afraid someone had been killed.”

“Might have been, if the woman and her kids hadn’t been properly restrained. She was wearing her seat belt and both the kids were buckled into safety seats. They were all bruised and shaken, but not hurt. The SUV’s driver—as inattentive as he was to the traffic signals—was at least smart enough to wear his seat belt.”

Bryan still hadn’t opened his eyes. He was so still that she might have thought he was sleeping had he not been talking. “Rest awhile,” she said. “I’ll let you know when we’re home.”

“How can I relax when you’re driving my baby? Someone has to make sure you’re careful with her.”

She sniffed. “Go to sleep, Falcon. The meds are making you delirious.”

He chuckled. “Just be careful.”

A minute later

, he was asleep.

Reaching over to make sure his belt was securely fastened, Grace lightly patted his knee. “Sweet dreams, hot shot,” she murmured.

She suspected he needed his rest. She would bet that his heroic deeds that day would draw more attention than he expected.

Because she had no intention of leaving Bryan alone on painkillers, Grace drove him to her own apartment so she could keep an eye on him for a few hours. He was still asleep when she parked his car next to her own in the garage. Apparently the medication he’d been given had been quite strong.

“Bryan?” she said, touching his shoulder. She hoped she could rouse him; she couldn’t see herself carrying him to her apartment.

His eyes opened. “Mmm?”

“Let’s go up to my apartment, okay?”

Blinking, he glanced around, taking in their surroundings. “We’re at your place?”

“Yes. I’ll come around and help you out.”

“I can manage.” He reached for his door handle, but didn’t get very far since he had forgotten to unbuckle his seat belt.

Shaking her head, Grace rounded the front of his car and reached for his door. She decided she’d made a good call bringing him home with her. He was still pretty loopy.

She stayed close when he stood, in case he was dizzy, but he seemed steady enough. He hissed a curse between his teeth when his left arm bumped against the car door, proving the painkillers hadn’t taken all the sensation from his wounds.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just sore.”

Neither of them said anything else on the way up to her apartment. Grace ushered him inside and closed the door behind them. “Would you like to lie down on my bed?”

“Only if you’re offering to lie down beside me.”

She gave him one of those chilly smiles she’d been practicing. “Apparently you’re still delirious from the medication.”

“Maybe…but I’m not an invalid. I don’t need to go to bed—not to rest, anyway.”

Obviously she had piqued his male ego by being a bit too solicitous. Oh, well, she wasn’t very good at that sort of thing, anyway. “How about something to eat, instead?”

He shrugged. “If I can’t have you, I suppose I’d settle for a tuna sandwich.”

“You’re in luck. You picked one of my culinary specialties.” She waved him toward the couch. “Sit. Watch TV or something. I won’t be long.”

She heard a baseball game playing on the TV as she moved into the kitchen to make tuna sandwiches. They ate in front of the television. Simple fare, but Bryan seemed to enjoy it. Grace half expected they would root for different teams—it seemed they were always moving in opposite directions—but it turned out they were both Cardinals fans.

Somehow they ended up side by side on the couch, stockinged feet propped on the coffee table, enthusiastically cheering their team. Grace found herself laughing often at Bryan’s acerbic comments about the plays that didn’t work, the calls he disputed, or some of the more inane remarks from the announcers. If his arm was bothering him too badly, he didn’t allow it to show.

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