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Authors: Elizabeth Reyes

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He fucking knew this was a bad idea.

As soon as he was in the driver’s seat, she was at it again. “Can you at least tell me what it is about me that you dislike so much?”

Her words were noticeably less affected than they had been when Lansing had given her the morphine. She wasn’t even slurring, just speaking a little sl
ower. The doctor must’ve gone a lot lighter on the dose.

He inhaled deeply as he slid the key into the ignition. “I never said I didn’t like you. I just said I had no interest in getting to know you.” Without turning to look at her, because he heard the ga
sp and he could only imagine the amusing expression on her face, he revved the Jeep up. “Fasten your seatbelt.”

“But that’s mean! You don’t say that to someone unless you don’t like them or are deliberately trying to hurt their feelings, which you did.” Sh
e paused as she put her seatbelt on. “And you don’t deliberately try to hurt someone’s feelings unless you don’t like them.”

Refusing to look at her, he pulled forward to get out of the patient pick-up line. “I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. It wasn’t my in
tention.”

“Yes, it was,” she insisted.

“No, it wasn’t.” Pulling into the exit driveway of the hospital, he finally glanced at her, instantly regretting it because she looked adorable with that little crease between her eyes and her arms mulishly crossed in front of her. Struggling not to smile, he asked, “Which way do I turn?”

“Right,” she said. “And why can’t I call you by your first name?”

He bit down, locking his jaw for a moment before responding. This conversation needed to be derailed and soon because he was
not
getting personal with her. “Because we know each other strictly on a professional level, and I’d like to keep it that way. Referring to each other by first names would
not
be professional.” He heard her exhale a bit exasperated, but thankfully she didn’t say more. “Where do you live?”

She told him where, and it should’ve frustrated him further; instead, he smiled inwardly that her condo was only blocks from his apartment. O
f course, she lived in an oceanfront condo, and he lived in an apartment building that was a few blocks away from the beach, but it wasn’t as if he couldn’t afford to live more lavishly. He just chose not to.

To his relief, she was quiet the rest of the wa
y, but he felt the tension thickening with every minute they drove in silence. He’d gladly take the tension over getting back into that risky conversation again. After spending several hours with her now, he’d be too tempted to assure her he didn’t dislike her because he hated knowing he’d hurt her feelings. It was better if they left things as they were with him not exactly denying he didn’t like her only clarifying what he’d actually said.

Scrutinizing the two-story building she pointed out as hers, he pu
lled into the security gate entrance and frowned. “I hope for your sake there’s an elevator.”

“I have crutches now,” she said, still sounding a little irritated with him. “You won’t have to carry me up.”

He turned to her, suddenly overwhelmed with concern. “You’re serious? You’re on the second floor, and there’s no elevator?”

She shook her head. “The code is 7119.”

Frowning, he turned to the security pad and punched in the numbers.

“My condo is on the first floor,” she clarified as they waited for the gate
to open slowly.

“Then what did you mean about me not having to carry you up?”

He drove in the gate as she pointed in the direction of her condo. “It’s the last one on the right. They’re all on the first floor. They’re just all two stories,” she explained. “So my bedroom is on the second floor, and no there’s no elevator in my condo. I’ll be hopping upstairs or using my crutches to get up there.”

“Not tonight you won’t.” The words shot out without even thinking. “I mean,” he said, quickly backpedaling, “your
ankle is still so swollen, and you’re still under the influence of morphine. You could fall again.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said as he pulled into the parking space just in front of her condo. She turned around and grabbed her crutches.

Before he could open his door, she was already opening hers. “Don’t get out.” His words were far more commanding than she’d obviously expected to hear from him, and she turned to look at him, her eyes confirming his tone
had
startled her. “I’ll come around and help you.”

He rus
hed around the Jeep because he was already picking up on her tenacity and decided she may very well ignore his request that she wait for him to come around and help her. He cursed under his breath. Was she really going to try to make it up to the second floor when she could barely stand without wobbling?

Sure as shit she already had the door open and her good leg hanging out, trying to place the crutches on the ground. He held his hand out for her. “Give me your hand, Ms. Brady. I’ll get you down.”

She’d begun to take his hand but took it back. “Oh, can we please stop with that,
Brandon
? It’s so silly.” Her furrowed brows were back, and Brandon stared at her, trying not to get caught up in those big dark eyes as he had too often tonight already. “We’ve been around each other all night. We may not know each other very well, but I’d say, after the hours we’ve spent together, we can at least be on a first-name basis.”

Moving in closer to her, he saw her eyes widen. “Forget about giving me your hand,” he said, di
sregarding her previous comments and took her by the waist. “Put your hands on my shoulders instead.”

She didn’t move right away but then huffed and complied. He lifted her off the seat, bringing her body against his as she slid down until her good foot wa
s on the ground.

“Keep holding on to me,” he said, ignoring the way she was staring at him and reached for her crutch. “Here you go.” He placed the crutch under her arm but continued to hold on to her firmly, even as she put her weight down on the crutch a
nd her good foot. “Don’t let the other one touch the ground. Remember you don’t want to put any pressure on it at all yet.” Even after placing the other crutch under her other arm, she still swayed a little and didn’t look at all as if she’d be going too far without taking a tumble. “Maybe I should just carry you. You seem a little dizzy still.”

“I got it,” she insisted, but he didn’t let go of her, walking alongside of her as she struggled with every step.

When she nearly fell for the third time, he took the crutch from under her left arm and threw it down on the grassy area in front of her condo.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Keeping you from falling and breaking your other ankle.”

He would’ve preferred throwing her stubborn ass over his shoulder, but
he was afraid of hurting her ankle, so he lifted her once again, cradling her in his arms. She dropped the other crutch and wrapped her arms around his neck. Having her in his arms like this just like when she’d slid down his body getting out of the car felt too damn good. He needed to get her inside and get the hell out of there
fast
. He reached the small porch with a wooden swing bench. “You have the keys on you?”

“Oh, no.” She winced. “They’re in my purse in your back seat.”

Brandon placed her down on the bench, careful that it didn’t swing too much. He rushed back to the Jeep and grabbed her purse, determined to get this over with. Even if she did insist she was going upstairs tonight when she couldn’t even make it from his Jeep to the front door, he wouldn’t be arguing. She wasn’t his concern. He’d get her in and wash his hands of her. He’d already gone above and beyond considering the risk he knew he’d be taking the moment he decided to stay with her the whole time tonight.

Picking up the crutches from the grass on the way back with her purse, he handed it to her, not wanting to dig through it himself. He leaned the crutches against the wall just outside her front door. Regina took the purse, and after looking through it for
a few seconds, she handed him the key. He unlocked the front door and opened it. The front room was completely dark, and his hand searched the wall just inside next to the door. “Is this where . . .?” he began to ask, but then found the switch and turned the lights on. He blinked, staring into the nearly empty front room. “You don’t have furniture?” he asked, not sure if maybe she’d been burglarized, because there were a few things in her front room—a couple of plants, a few boxes, and a big antique-looking trunk.

“I’ve only been living here a few weeks. I, uh, left most of my furniture in New York,” she explained. “It would’ve been too much of a hassle to bring. I do have furniture coming, but the front room stuff was special order, so it’s taking longer to
arrive. I have appliances and a kitchen table,” she offered with a smile. “Oh and the most important item I had delivered before I even arrived. My bed.”

Brandon’s shoulders slumped and he let his head fall back. No wonder she was insisting she could go u
pstairs tonight. Where the hell else would she be sleeping if she didn’t?
Fuck!
As indifferent as he wanted to be about this and help her in the front door then turn around and walk away, he couldn’t in clear conscience just leave her like this. “Maybe you should get a room for the night,” he suggested.

It’d be a lot safer that he drop her off at one, get her in the door, and walk away rather than having to carry her up those stairs to her
bedroom.
Maybe tomorrow, once she had a clearer head, she could manage making it up these stairs without hurting herself.

“No, I’ll be fine,” she said, already trying to stand on her own.

Goddamn obstinate woman.

“Hold on,” he said as he placed the crutches inside the condo. He hurried to help her up, and within moments, s
he was in his arms again as he cradled her. “Are you sure?” he asked again. “I can get you up there tonight,” he said, glancing up the staircase. “But what about tomorrow? What if you’re stuck up there?”

“I won’t be stuck,” she said, motioning with her hea
d toward the small table with four chairs around it in the kitchen nook. “And you’re not carrying me up.”

“Why not?” he asked, losing his patience as he set her down on the chair. “You can’t—”

“Because Sergeant—” She caught herself and lifted that stubborn but very sweet chin. “Because, Brandon, I’m starving. I’m gonna make myself something to eat before heading up, and if you plan on carrying me up, that would mean you’d have to wait. I’ve taken up enough of your time already. I won’t take anymore. I appreciate all your help and your offer to do more, but I’ll get up there on my own. It might take me a while, but I can do it. You really should get home. I’ve kept you up so late already.”

Feeling defeated, Brandon leaned against the wall. “What if I go get y
ou something to eat and bring it back? I’ll carry you up, and you can eat it up there.”

He just needed this night to be over already—needed to stop looking into those stunning eyes before she asked him anything personal again. The longer he was around her,
the more his interest in getting to know her grew. He knew that the longer he stayed here the harder it would be to get her off his mind. Even before she’d fallen tonight, she’d annoyingly seeped into his thoughts too much already. The memory of having her body pressed against his, the scent of her hair, and those lips so close he could almost taste them would be impossible to forget now. But it felt equally impossible to walk away—leave her here to brave those stairs on her own. He was already too committed, and he was slowly losing the battle to fight this.

“I have leftover pizza in the fridge. It’d be faster if you could help me warm it.” Her eyes opened wide suddenly, and she touched his arm. “Oh my God, you haven’t eaten either. You must be just as sta
rved as I am. You’re welcome to have some of the pizza. There’s plenty.”

She started to stand, but he held her down. “I’ll get the pizza. You stay there.”

He walked into her small kitchen. Somehow he thought a fancy oceanfront place like this would be bigger, but aside from whatever was upstairs, the bottom of her condo wasn’t much bigger than his apartment, and the kitchen was just as tiny as his. He opened the fridge and pulled out the large pizza box. “You ordered this big thing for yourself?”

“I always
order a large,” she said. “I like eating it for breakfast and lunch for the next few days.”

Placing the box on the counter, he opened it and stared at the odd-looking toppings. She’d been right about one thing. He was starving, and he was hoping for meat—l
ots of it. Instead they’d be feasting on a pizza with broccoli, bell peppers, and red onions. At least he saw what looked like chunks of chicken. It reminded him of her pickiness at the airport with her salad.

After a few minutes of searching in her cabine
ts with Ms. Brady verbally walking him through where everything was and how her microwave worked, he was back in the small nook area with a tray of pizza, napkins, and two mini bottles of Coke Zero.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had pizza with broccoli,” he sai
d as he took the seat across from her.

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