A Little Harmless Military Romance Bundle (A Little Harmless Military Bundle) (31 page)

“I see you’re already making friends,” he said. He tried to keep his tone light, but it was hard. His throat was still tight. He had never known terror like what he felt getting that call.

“Come on in. I don’t bite, Malachai.”

He collected himself and walked to the side of her bed. “How are you doing?”

“I’ve had better days. You?”

“Well, I was having a great day until they called me.”

“You can go now.”

He heard the amusement in her voice, and he smiled. “Not a chance. I didn’t know I was on your list of contacts.”

She shook her head, and he thought it was more about clearing it than it was to deny what he was saying. “Remember, you said to put you on there after Kyle died, that I was to put you on there.”

He had, but it had been over a year and her brother had moved to the area. He was trying not to let the fact she left him on her contact list get to him, but it was hard. And he was in big trouble if just a simple thing like that was getting him excited.

“I thought they would call your brother.”

“They did before I was coherent enough to tell them he was still on TDY in San Antonio. Addy is out at her father’s, so I didn’t want to bother her.”

“Nothing like being a woman’s last resort to make a guy feel good about himself.”

One side of her mouth curved, and he felt the flutter in his chest that he hated. The one that kept him up at nights, and the one that was making it damned hard to find another woman.

Pushing that thought aside, he moved to sit in the chair beside her. She looked so small lying there on the bed. Mal knew she hated being considered fragile. She was a tough woman, but at the moment she didn’t look that way. It was damned hard not to gather her in his arms to hold.

“I thought you said you were going to just rest today?” he asked.

She pouted, and he had to resist the urge to kiss it away.

“I was, but I just couldn’t settle.”

“Really?” he asked, not trying to hide the disbelief in his voice. She never did settle that he had seen. Amanda always had something going on, as if she never slowed down.

“
Really
. Sometimes when I have a big job like yesterday, I get too caught up in the work, and it’s hard to just be still. My mind jumps from one thing to another. Concentration gets hard.”

“So you decided to run?”

“No, I decided to go out for a walk. It was hard to ignore such a pretty day.”

“Only you would think today was a pretty day.”

“I like fall. No, I love fall, especially when we have those storms move through.”

Before he could berate her for not taking care of herself, the doctor slipped into the room. He was wearing scrubs. He strode toward Mal with his hand outstretched. “I’m Dr. Franklin. You must be Mr. Forrester.”

“Ah, no. I’m a good friend.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “Her husband was killed in the line of duty.”

The doctor nodded in understanding.

“I didn’t lose my hearing. You can say my husband is dead. I can take it.”

She had that grumpy voice he recognized. She didn’t feel well, and now she was going to take it out on everyone. Amanda could usually smile through anything, but when she was irritable, she couldn’t hide it. But that was one thing he loved about Amanda. She never tried to hide her emotions.

“Well, Ms. Forrester, you’re going to have to stay overnight. You have a slight concussion.”

Her eyelids lifted slightly, and he could read the irritation.

“I don’t want to.” She sounded like a toddler denied a treat, but he understood. Mal wasn’t the best patient either. He really hated hospitals and could never feel comfortable in one.

“You live alone according to your chart. When I saw…”

“Malachai Dupree.”

The doctor nodded. “I thought he was your husband and someone would be with you through the night. But since you do live alone, you’re going to need to stay here. You need someone to keep an eye on you.”

“What about your brother?” Mal asked

“I told you, he’s TDY.”

Malachai nodded. Her brother had been assigned to the Pentagon like him, but he was working in some kind of job that had him out of town a lot. “I can do it.”

The moment he said the words, he wanted to pull them back. It wasn’t a good idea for him to stay the night at her place. But the grateful look she gave him was a little too much to resist. He knew she hated the idea of being stuck in the hospital, and if they couldn’t get a hold of Addy, Amanda would be stuck there all night. The doctor looked between them. “You’ll have to stay through tomorrow.”

He filtered through what he needed to do tomorrow, then nodded. “I have to make a few phone calls, but I can swing it.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t need to be taken care of,” she said, her voice filled with irritation. She was going to give him issues if he didn’t nip this attitude in the bud.

Mal saw the doctor open his mouth, but he stopped him.

“Stop being a whiner, Forrester. Do what the doctor wants or I’ll call your folks.”

Her eyes sparked with anger. “Not fair.”

“Most of life isn’t. Get used to it.”

With that comment, he stepped out of the room and into the lobby. He had some things to move around at work. He pulled up his supervisor’s number on his cell and tapped it. He would definitely have to summon all his legendary control to keep himself in check.

* * * *

Amanda came awake slowly. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out where she was but then she realized she was home in her bed. The faint light peeking out from behind the blinds told her it was morning. She didn’t move. Instead, she lay motionless, assessing her bodily injuries. Lifting her hands, she inspected the bandages on them. Her palms no longer stung from the fall to the pavement but her body still ached from the bumps and bruises created by the impact.

She tried to sit up, pulling herself up with her arms, being careful of her palms. The room spun and her stomach started to revolt. Oh, not good. Her head might not hurt, but she wasn’t so sure that she could move at the moment. Swallowing, she lay back down and closed her eyes.

She still felt as if she’d been hit by a bus. Along with the pain of the injury, she hadn’t had much rest. Just knowing that Mal was in her apartment had her itching. Sure it wasn’t romantic, but she hadn’t had a man spend the night since Kyle had left—except one of her brothers. And they didn’t count as men.

After a few moments, she couldn’t ignore the fact that it had been hours since her last trip to the bathroom. As carefully as she could, she sat up again, then slipped out of bed. It only took her a few moments to finish her task. She looked down at her shorts and T-shirt. She really didn’t feel like changing, but she couldn’t walk out into the living room like this. She tugged off her shorts and grabbed a pair of PJ bottoms, then made her way to the living room.

It was then that she heard the low murmur of voices. She saw the couch was empty and followed the voices she heard into the kitchen.

Mal stood there cooking, with Addy leaning against the counter drinking a large mug of coffee.

“You said the doctor said she was okay, right? We don’t have much going on this week other than normal orders. After this weekend, Amanda wanted to take it easy.”

“I think you should try and keep her from being at work this week.”

She saw Addy nod. “I can do that.”

Irritation slinked down Amanda’s spine. She hadn’t let anyone rearrange her life in a good long while, and she wasn’t about to start letting people take over now.

“I think I can handle my own schedule.”

Addy jumped a little bit and looked guilty. Mal, damn him, just kept working on whatever he was cooking. He had probably known she was there the entire time. Freaking Seal.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Addy asked as she approached Amanda with concern darkening her large blue eyes.

“I…” She didn’t want to say she had to pee in front of Mal. “I was sick of being in bed.”

“You haven’t been there that long,” Mal said conversationally. “You have two choices. Go back to bed or lay down on the couch. Doc said to rest today.”

She frowned at his back. “I don’t think I put you in charge, Dupree.”

“Call me a natural leader then. You go, or I put you there.”

He hadn’t raised his voice, not even when he’d issued his threat. Amanda hated it just as much as she hated how her body reacted to it. Heat feathered over her flesh as she thought of the way his voice easily rolled over the words. She didn’t like it, not one bit. Somehow she needed some space. She opened her mouth to argue with him, but Addy slipped her arm around her waist.

“Come on. He’s making omelets that look as good as they smell. And you know how you like them.”

“Okay, but just so you know, I don’t have to spend the day in bed.”

Again, without turning around, Mal answered. “I think you’ll do what I tell you to do.”

Why did that turn her on so much? Probably because she had a concussion. Before she could answer him, Addy led her away to the couch. “I know you want to blast him. Save your energy for arguing later.”

“I don’t want to be treated like an invalid.”

“Ah, except for the fact that you are an invalid. A concussion is nothing to play fast and easy with.”

Amanda allowed Addy to sit her on the couch and then fuss over her. She knew it was her way, especially with someone who had been injured.

“I guess you decided not to call me because you hate me?”

Amanda recognized the sardonic humor in her friend’s voice.

“So, the visit with your father was bad?”

Addy set her hands on her hips. “He invited that guy again.”

Amanda chuckled. “The lawyer.”

“Yep. It’s like, I couldn’t make you a lawyer, so I’ll hook you up with one and hope that we succeed in getting grandbabies who don’t embarrass us.”

“Oh, Addy, he isn’t embarrassed by you.”

“You didn’t see the look on his face when he saw my hair.”

Amanda glanced up at the bright purple. “It is a bit shocking. How did Larry take it?”

“Larry?”

“The lawyer?”

Addy laughed. “His name isn’t Larry. I just called him Larry the Lawyer because, well, because.”

There was something in her voice that caught Amanda’s attention. “You like him.”

She pouted. “No, I don’t. “

“Yeah, you do. Well, you’re attracted.”

“It’s hard not to be. He reminds me of Channing Tatum. So there’s that. But his personality is just not what I look for in a guy.”

“And, considering I have met some of those guys, what are you looking for? They all seem to be…different.”

Addy’s eyes narrowed. “May I ask what you are implying?”

Amanda shrugged. “Nothing really, just that there is a thin line between love and hate.”

“Really? And that line is there between you and Mr. Hunky Seal?”

The snort escaped before she could stop it. “I would love to see his face if he heard you say that.”

“All I know is I get a phone call this morning, before six a.m. I might add, telling me you had been hurt and that you were taking the day off. When I said I wanted to see you, he refused at first.”

“He refused?” Amanda asked, her temper bubbling a bit. The man had nerve trying to order her friends not to come.

“I got the feeling that he wanted to make sure I wouldn’t bother you.” Addy crossed her arms and snorted. “As if.”

“You’re too old to use the term ‘as if.’”

Addy ignored the comment. “I was ready to blast him when I got here. Telling me what I can do, and before six a.m. and decaffeinated. But I got here and he looked so grumpy that I couldn’t help but ignore it.”

“I am sure it has nothing to do with the fact that he is gorgeous.”

“Like that would matter. The vibe I got from him tells me that he could care less about me.”

“What kind of vibe? And since you mentioned you don’t like guys telling you what to do, I would suggest that you rethink that. He’s not only military and a Seal at that, but he’s a Dom.”

Addy rolled her eyes again. “Not that kind, although for him, I might forgo that worry. No, I would say it was more a vibe toward you.”

It was Amanda’s turn to roll her eyes. “If there is any kind of vibe, it’s a brotherly one.”

“Uh, you have been without a man too long. Men do not,
repeat
, do not read me the riot act for not being reachable to you. Not the way he did it.”

Amanda didn’t like the way her heart jumped at the description. She shouldn’t be so damned happy that a man called her best friend and yelled at her in the morning. And it didn’t prove anything. Maybe he was just irritated and tired. Her couch couldn’t have been that comfortable.

Amanda shrugged. “You have a lousy track record with men, so I’m not listening to you.”