Solid Steel (Unseen Enemy Book 6) by Marysol James

for that?”
    “Uh.” She fished around in her jeans pocket. “They gave me a few extra, but I have a prescription for something too.”
    Luke took the piece of paper from her, stuck it in his own pocket. “I’ll take care of this, OK? Let’s just get you in bed.”
    She nodded, too weak and tired to protest against any of what was going on. She was too exhausted to even be outraged that Luke had totally gone back on his promise to stay away from her – and if the truth be told, she was happy that he’d gone back on it.
    God help me, but I’m thrilled to see him. I’ve missed him.
    Damn. I’m dead in the water when it comes to this guy.

Chapter Seven
    Selena stood in her bedroom, struggling to get her pyjama top over her head. She couldn’t raise her left arm at all, she realized now, and her top was just a bit too tight to be comfortable against her stitches anyway.
    Out in the kitchen, she heard rattling around. Luke had ordered her in to the shower, reminding her to not get her stitches wet, then he’d ordered her out, then he’d ordered her to get in to bed. He said he’d make her some breakfast and tea (no coffee, he stipulated, since she needed to get some sleep) and so she imagined he was in there now, attempting to find something in her woefully-understocked kitchen. She’d planned to go grocery shopping that morning, and her cupboards were pretty bare.
    She heard a noise behind her now and she glanced over her shoulder. Damn , she hadn’t shut her bedroom door all the way when she’d come in after her shower, and now Luke was standing there staring at her.
    Automatically, she turned around and away fully, held the pyjama top against her chest protectively. She looked down to make sure that her scar and flatness were completely hidden. Her breath caught as she stood there, half-naked and vulnerable in front of the most attractive, amazing man that she’d ever met. She shut her eyes, suddenly terrified.
    Luke gazed at Selena’s bare back and a shock of longing went through him. All he wanted was to touch that smooth, golden skin. Just once, just with one fingertip. If he could do that, he’d die a happy man – he’d have touched an ass-kicking angel, and not many men could say they’d ever done that.
    “Selena?” His voice came out huskier than usual. “You alright?”
    She nodded, still clutching the top to her body.
    He moved a bit closer. “You need some help?”
    “I got the bottoms on OK,” she said, reluctant to admit that she needed assistance. “But the top is a problem.”
    “So you want some help?”
    “I – yes. Please.”
    Luke approached slowly and she tensed. He was right behind her now, so damn close that she felt his breath on her bare skin. He reached for the top and she held it closer, tighter.
    “Give me that,” he said gently. “I’ll help you get it over your head.”
    She shook her head, panicked at the thought of being bare-chested even for a few seconds, even with her back turned. “I – I can’t.”
    “How come?”
    “I don’t…” Her voice trailed off and her throat closed up. “It’ll be a bit too tight on my stitches.”
    “You got a bigger top?”
    She bit her lip. “Not a clean one.”
    Without any hesitation whatsoever, Luke reached behind his neck, yanked off his t-shirt. “Wear mine.”
    Stunned, she glanced over her shoulder at him. Holy Lord, look at that chest… it was a mouthwatering, broad expanse of rippling, hard muscle and dark hair. Her mouth went dry, her legs went weak, her stomach went south.
    “Selena.” Luke was trying very hard not to notice how gorgeous she looked with all that amazing hair tumbling around her face in waves and curls. “Turn around and face me and hands up as far as you can. Let me get my shirt on you.”
    “Luke,” she whispered, trying to hold that intense blue gaze.
    “Yeah?”
    “Don’t – don’t look at me, OK?”
    Luke stood still. He had a decision to make right now, and it was a