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I threw all my thanks into that kiss and when Beaux pulled back, his gaze flickering between my eyes, I could barely breathe.
“Good morning,” he murmured, sliding his fingers through my still wet hair. “I really like the way you look when you’re sleeping.”
I looked at his shoulder, more embarrassed. “Beaux—”
“Coffee first. We got a lot to talk about today and I’ve already got most of it done, so you need to catch up.”
That sounded ominous. “What did you do?”
“Coffee. Your dad says you can’t count to two in the morning before your first cup you’re so out of it.”
“Lovely,” I muttered, but I couldn’t argue. More than one roommate and boyfriend had called me a zombie over the years.
And since his words left me nervous, fortification in caffeinated form was definitely necessary.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
BEAUX
Leaving Paige sleeping was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. I woke up hard, my dick knowing exactly what it wanted, and it’d been a power struggle not to wake her up with my mouth on her nipple and my fingers teasing her in other places. Damn, she was pretty when she was sleeping though. All that brown hair all over her pillow, her cheeks pressed to her hands beneath her. She’d snuggled up to me during the night and I woke up with her legs plastered to mine, sweating like a demon, but all of it felt damn good.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d woken with a woman lying all over me. Paige was different than the rest. It didn’t matter why and it wasn’t something specific I could put my finger on. I just knew I really liked everything about her, even when she was pissing me off with her running.
It might have made me a glutton for punishment, but I still understood where she was coming from. That didn’t mean I was going to let her keep doing it.
The fact my dick got hard whenever she was nearby told me everything I needed to know. He hadn’t let me down yet and I was certain the big guy had a mind of his own.
So I’d taken my bag and gotten dressed and cleaned up in the hall bath, being as quiet as possible. When I’d hit the main floor, I’d gone to the kitchen and started some coffee and by the time I was done, Sam was waking up, groaning every time he shifted.
It’d taken a while to talk him into letting me help get him dressed and cleaned up, but considering I could carry him up the stairs and he couldn’t walk on crutches yet, there wasn’t much point in arguing. His pride had taken a hit, I knew that.
I also knew that by the time I’d convinced him to let me hire him a home health nurse, he’d take the hit to his pride if it meant making things easier on Paige.
Now, with her standing in front of me, eyes brightening with every sip of coffee she took, I was certain I’d made the right decision.
Still a bit sleepy, dressed in her Halloway Garage shirt and cut-off jean shorts, minimal makeup, she was the girl who could sling back beers with the guys, spend the night in a tent or under the stars and she wouldn’t need anything fancy. I’d give it to her if she needed it, but everything about her spoke to me on a visceral level.
“You had enough yet?” I asked when she was pouring cup number two. She plopped in a dash of milk and re-settled her hip against the kitchen counter.
“Enough that I’ll be able to remember what you said, yeah.”
“Okay.” I prepared myself for the verbal assault she would surely lash out at me and took a seat next to her.
“Your dad and I talked this morning,” I started, and her grip tightened on her coffee mug. “We made some decisions.”
Her chin jutted out in an adorable way. “You and my dad made decisions.”
“Yup.” I grinned and took a drink from my own mug. “I’m hiring a home health nurse for him. She can help with physical therapy, getting him cleaned up…giving you some time to relax.”
Two brows rose on her forehead. “You hired him a home health nurse.”
“Already made the calls.”
Her quiet stillness concerned me. I was used to buckets of ice water on my head and verbal lashings. Paige hadn’t yet shown me what it meant when she was frozen and silent.
She brought the mug to her lips. “Okay.”
Not what I was expecting. “Kay?”
