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Until We Fly (Beautifully Broken #4)(9)
Author: Courtney Cole

He grimaces.  “I hate to ask you, but could you help?  Or I can call the nurse…”

I shake my head immediately, rushing to grab the shorts.  “Absolutely not.  It’s the least I can do.”

I don’t know why my hands shake as Brand pulls back the sheet.  I don’t know why I’m hesitant to look at his legs, which lead to his pelvis, which leads to his… Gah.  No wonder my hands are shaky.

I grit my teeth and slide the leg hole over Brand’s knee brace, as carefully as I can.  I see him grit his teeth as I slide them up, over his bandaged thigh.  I’m as careful as I can be, but I know it must still hurt.

My fingers graze the hot skin at his waist, and the smoothness of it is electrifying.  It’s silky and velvety at the same time as it is rock hard.  

I suck in a breath as his fingers bump mine when he reaches for the waistband to finish pulling them up.

“Well, that was an Olympic maneuver,” he says wryly.  “Thanks.”

I nod.  “Where’s your shirt?”

He gestures toward the chair, and I grab the black tee, tossing it to him.  Taking a step, I untie his hospital gown, glancing at his muscle-bound back as I do.

A bald eagle flies across his shoulder blades, a ferocious expression on its face, its sharp talons exposed and ready to attack.  Bold black letters are scrolled above it.  I stand on a wall to protect what is mine.

Warmth rushes through me again, through all the hidden parts of me, at the idea of this fierce man protecting what is his.

I can’t help but wonder what that must feel like. To be his.  To stand within those strong arms, to kiss those full, firm lips.  If I were his, I know he’d protect me until his dying breath.  I could sleep every night without a fear, without a doubt.  He’d keep the monsters at bay.

I shake the ridiculous thoughts away, and step back.

He’s not mine.

Brand lets the hospital gown fall away and I inhale sharply.

Sweet Mary and all the saints.

God, I wish he were mine.

Washboard abs don’t describe what Brand’s got hidden under his shirt.  His chest and stomach look like they’re carved from bronze marble.  How many hours in the gym does that even take??

He’s got another tattoo on his chest, some sort of tribal symbol.  It almost looks like a Japanese throwing star.

His bicep bulges as he moves, distracting me as he pulls his t-shirt over his head.  Another tattoo is there on the flexing muscle.  A skull in a beret over two crossed swords.  Death Before Dishonor.

I gulp.

Is there anything sexier in the world than this man?  Honorable, brave, strong.  The trifecta of perfect male attributes.

I gasp when he pulls out his own IV, leaving it dangling on the bedrail.

“Holy crap,” I breathe, eyeing the limp tube. “I could’ve gotten the nurse.”

He rolls his eyes.  “And we could’ve waited for an hour. It’s fine.  It’s just pulling a needle out.  Not exactly rocket science.”

He blots at a tiny spot of blood, and I catch sight of yet another tattoo.  I remember seeing it when he was pulling the debris off of me in the café, but I couldn’t make out the words then, not through the smoke and the haze of my concussion. Without thinking, I pick up his arm and turn it over, exposing his forearm.

Black words scrawl from the wrist to the elbow.

Though I walk through the valley of death, I fear no evil.

My lady parts tingle.

This man is like catnip for my vagina.

I gulp. “I like your tattoos.”

Brand glances up.  “Yeah, I was lucky.  Right after I discharged, they changed the rules.  Said that officers can’t have tattoos from their elbows to their wrists. I would’ve been screwed.”

“I like them,” I tell him softly, which is the biggest understatement in the history of the world.  I fricking love them.  They reveal so much about this man, more than I bet he wants people to know.

Honor.  Bravery.   Strength.  Loyalty.

God.  My nether-regions are tingling again.

“Thanks,” Brand answers.  He twists away to gather his things on the bed table and I realize that I had still been holding his arm as I pondered his many sexy traits.

Embarrassing.

A nurse comes to help transfer Brand to a wheelchair, and I watch how she does it, filing it away for future use.  She also explains to him once again how to clean the wound on his thigh and lectures him one more time about not over-doing it.

“Now don’t put any weight on that leg,” she tells him sternly.  “I don’t want a repeat of last night.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Last night?”

She shakes her head.  “Mr. Killien is stubborn.  He got up in the night by himself to go to the bathroom.  Apparently, he didn’t want to use his bedpan.” 

He snorts.  “No one wants to use a bedpan.”

She scowls at him.  “No weight on that leg.  Period. You can’t break open your artery again, and you don’t want to put weight on your knee and ankle.”  She looks at me.  “You’ll make sure, right?”

I nod quickly.  To be honest, I’m a bit afraid of the stern old woman.

She wheels him down to the first floor and I trail behind with his sack of belongings.  Glancing inside, I just find his pants that they cut off, his wallet and a phone.

I wonder if anyone has called him?   If anyone has thought to look for him or check on him?

Because he seems so alone.

It tugs on the maternal place in my heart, the place that wants to keep him safe.  He’s obviously seen so much shit, so much terrible shit, all while ‘standing on a wall’ to protect me and everyone else in this country.  Taking care of him now would be the least I could do.

And God, I want to be near him.

I want to breathe him in.

I want his goodness to fix me.

Please, God.

We slide the passenger seat of my car all the way back, and between the nurse, Brand and me, we get him situated.  His long leg, encased in a knee brace, barely fits.

As I get in, I glance at him.  “Just tell me where to go.”

He nods.  “Sure.  We’re headed to my friend’s cottage out by the lake. I’ll tell you where to turn.”

“Okay.”  I head for the exit and Brand runs his finger along the leather-bound dashboard.

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