take a little nap and we’ll talk when you wake up.”
“Okay,” she said as her eyes drifted shut.
* * * *
When Sinclair woke next, she was hungry and had to pee. Looking around she was surprised to see the recliner kicked back and Jackson sound asleep under a blanket. So, his appearance in her room hadn’t been a drug-induced dream. But what about his marriage proposal? Had that been real or something her mind made up to keep her from falling over the edge into a deep depression?
Instead of lying there and debating about reality versus dreams, she pushed the covers off and slowly worked her way out of the bed. Her right ankle was badly sprained while her upper arm and wrist were both broken. They’d splinted her arm and leg in the emergency room, and in a couple of days she would see the orthopedist who would put her arm in a cast.
Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hissed when her good foot hit the cold tile floor. When she tried to put weight on her ankle she sucked a breath then held it, not wanting to disturb the sleeping man behind her.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a sleepy growl demanded.
She squeaked as she was swept off her feet and into Jackson’s arms.
“I have to pee,” she grumped.
“So why didn’t you wake me up?” he asked as he carried her into the bathroom and set her down next to the toilet.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” she admitted softly as he stepped out of the little room.
“Sunshine, you’ve been bothering me since the day we met, and I hope that you continue to aggravate me on a regular basis until the day I die.”
“So it wasn’t the drugs?” she asked softly.
“No, darlin’, it wasn’t the drugs. I love you and asked you to marry me, but you never answered me. Want more time? Or can you give me a yes now?”
Sinclair finished her business then hopped to the door. As soon as he saw her, Jackson picked her up again and carried her back to bed.
“Later,” she snarked, throwing his favorite phrase back at him.
“Fair enough. Just know that you’re not getting away from me and I’m not going to be out of touch for days at a time without a word.” He tucked her in, then lay down next to her. He carefully settled her against him so he could cuddle her close without hurting her. Pulling the covers over them, he then slid his free hand down her body and between her legs to cup her mons. “You might as well give in now because I am not going anywhere. I am here to stay and be at your beck and call.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Cooper McKenzie always thought she had been born a hundred years too late, but appreciates air conditioning, computers and other conveniences of modern day living. She enjoys the slower pace of New Bern, North Carolina as well as the history and small town community found there. In addition to dreaming up her next story, Cooper enjoys reading everything except scary books, singing in her church choir and needle-weaving.
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