“You already said that.”
“I felt it needed repeating.”
“You make a good point.” Nate drank in every inch of her body. Jo smirked. “But you can’t win every argument this way, Jo.”
She opened her mouth in admonishment. “This is the first time I’ve done this!”
“I’m just saying…” Nate scanned her once more, then he swallowed, throat tight.
Jo swayed her hips, sauntering closer, never one to fight fair, especially if her tactic was proving effective. The flames in his eyes turned to an inferno as she leaned into his chest, whispering, “I think I’ll take my chances.”
Nate stared at her, a war playing behind his eyes. In one fell swoop, he groaned, let his crutches fall to the ground, and grabbed her by the waist to toss her over his shoulder.
“Nate!” she gasped in surprise.
He didn’t respond. He just turned and made for the bedroom.
“Nate, your leg!”
“I’m fine,” he muttered, even as he started to limp.
When he grunted and began hopping down the hallway on one foot, Jo couldn’t help it. She covered her lips with her hands, trembling as her entire body jerked in what had to be the least seductive motion in the history of dating. But it was Nate. And she loved him. And she loved this. And it didn’t matter that they fell onto the bed in a jumbled heap. It only mattered that they were there, together, laughing until they were crying, then kissing the tears away.
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