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I could get up. I could go back out and finish the movie. I could pretend I’d only come in here to check on him, which technically wasn’t even a lie. Instead, I pulled the blanket a little higher over us and settled deeper into his arms.

A few minutes wouldn’t hurt anything.

My eyes closed.

The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was Bob’s hand beneath mine and the steady rise and fall of his chest against my back.

Chapter Ten

Bob

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was that I was warm. The second was that I had a handful of Ramona.

I opened my eyes slowly and stared at the dark curtains across the room while my brain caught up with the rest of me. My arm was wrapped around her waist, my hand spread over her stomach, and she was tucked against me from chest to knee.

Well, fuck. I didn’t remember her coming into the room.

I remembered leaving the common room after Church. I remembered Ramona telling me I needed to rest, and I definitely remembered telling her maybe she needed a nap too.

After that, nothing.

I’d barely gotten myself out of the wheelchair and into bed before I’d passed the fuck out.

And it looks like Ramona had taken me up on my offer.

I looked down to see her hand was resting over mine. That made something low in my stomach tighten.

She hadn’t just climbed into bed with me. At some point, I’d pulled her against me, and instead of moving away, she’d put her hand over mine and stayed.

I should probably move. That was the smart thing to do. Except I wasn’t feeling particularly smart.

I stayed exactly where I was.

Ramona’s hair was spread across the pillow in front of me, and I could smell whatever shampoo she used. Something sweet I couldn’t name. Her back was pressed against my chest, and every time she breathed, her body moved slightly against mine.

I’d spent twenty fucking years thinking of this woman as Clint’s little sister.

That had officially gone straight to hell.

Nothing about the woman in my arms felt like anybody’s little sister.

I shifted my head on the pillow and immediately regretted it when Ramona moved with me.

Her ass pressed tighter against me.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I closed my eyes and tried to stop myself from reacting to her lush body pressed against me. My body might’ve been recovering from almost bleeding to death, but evidently, certain parts of me were doing just fucking fine.

Ramona moved again.

Her fingers shifted over mine. I froze when she went still.

Neither one of us said anything.

I knew she was awake. She knew I was awake. And neither one of us moved.

After another few seconds, Ramona whispered, “Bob?”