“Hurt? No! No, it isn’t anything like that.”
Now it was her turn to say, “Ah.” Jesse was crazy about one of the stylists, Kalie Vaughan, at Daina’s salon. Lately Kalie had been saying yes when he asked her out, and she suspected Jesse’s forgetting to check in had something to do with Kalie—either a fight, or not a fight. She smiled, because she strongly suspected the situation was not a fight. She said, “Okay. Tell Kalie good morning for me.”
Startled, Jesse yelped, “How did you—” and she laughed and pumped a fist in the air in victory at guessing right. Not only that, she and the rest of the town had been rooting for them; they were both very well liked, and just fit together, as if they’d been made for each other and were only now realizing it.
“Okay, you got me,” he said sheepishly.
“Yes, I did.” She didn’t try to keep the smugness out of her tone. “I’ll be in around noon unless you need me before then.”
She clicked off the call and found Morgan watching her as intently as ever, his gaze so sharp and focused that it made a chill race up her spine as she saw again what a dangerous man he was when he wasn’t recovering from being shot. No, he was still dangerous, and she’d felt his hand around her throat as evidence of that. He was a wounded predator, but a predator still.
“What’s going on?” he asked, his muscles tense as if preparing to swing into action, though what he thought he could do considering how weak he was—
He’d do whatever was necessary. She knew it without question, though she had precious little to go on other than the direct fierceness of his gaze, and his explosive reaction when he was startled out of sleep.
“Nothing,” she said, then when his gaze flashed she amended, “Nothing of an official nature, anyway. Jesse has been seeing someone we all really like and she’s why he forgot his check-in call last night.”
He relaxed against the back of the sofa to finish his sandwich. Bo picked up his empty cup and indicated it. “Want another?”
“Please.”
Bo went back to the coffeemaker and did the routine, grabbing some more of her own coffee and looking around for Tricks while the cup filled. Tricks was in the corner nosing through her toy box, though most of the stuffed animals were on the floor in front of the sofa. She found a dirty chewed-up old bone; it was covered with hair from where she’d wallowed on it, and some of her fur had gotten stuck on the rough places. All in all, it was a disgusting sight, but not to Tricks; carrying it proudly, she pranced over to the newcomer, where she laid it on the sofa beside his leg, then backed up a few steps and watched him with bright eyes, obviously waiting for something. Her plumy tail wagged gently back and forth, as if encouraging him.
“What does she want?” he asked, raising his voice a little.
“For you to either throw it, praise her for having such an excellent selection of toys, or play tug of war. Or, if she really likes you, she brought it to you for you to chew on. She’s generous that way.”
He made a rough, kind of gasping sound that could have been almost a laugh, but she wasn’t certain. “Do I get to pick?”
She took pity on him; she delivered the fresh cup of coffee and grabbed the bone from beside his leg before Tricks could snatch it up to prevent her from getting it. “Never show weakness,” she advised. “If you do, you’re beyond human aid.”
He snorted. “She’s a retriever, not a tiger.”
“She’s a force of nature, and don’t forget it.” Bo’s tone held humor, but she was also serious. She was the only known human whom Tricks acknowledged in any way as being in charge—not that she wasn’t fond of other people, because Tricks loved people in general, but she tended to think they existed to pet her, praise her, and give her anything she wanted. Bo worked hard to keep Tricks from being a pest—unless she was pissed off at the person in question, in which case she let Tricks be as much of a pest as she wanted, which could be awesome.
To prove she could be single-minded, Tricks began trying to butt the bone out of Bo’s hand. “You can have it,” Bo said, relinquishing the bone, “but you have to go lie down to chew it. Go on, go lie down.”
Tricks turned her head away, as if she couldn’t believe she was hearing such nonsense.
“Go lie down,” Bo repeated. Tricks went back to the sofa and hit Morgan on the knee with it. Bo said, “No,” and took the bone away from her. Without another word she put the bone back in the toy chest, and closed the lid.
The dog actually made a huffing sound. Bo ignored her and focused on Morgan. “When you finish that cup of coffee, do you want to try for a shower? If you don’t feel like standing up, I can get a plastic chair and put it in the tub.”
“I can stand up,” he said, his tone gruff.
“Great. Do you want me to get anything out of the duffle for you? A change of clothes, bandages?” She was fairly certain bandages should be involved.
“Just a change of clothes.”
“No bandages?” she pressed.
“The surgery was a month ago. All of that has healed.”
“Uh huh. What about any incisions for tubes, things like that?” She didn’t bother keeping the suspicion out of her tone.
“Healed enough,” he said flatly. “I’m through with that.”
She could scarcely hold him down and bandage him against his will, especially since she didn’t know exactly where he might need a bandage, so she shrugged one shoulder. “It’s your call. Anything in particular you want to wear? Sweatpants, anything like that?”