2. Carnal Sin by Allison Brennan

Author:Allison Brennan [Brennan, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2010-07-15T05:00:00+00:00

EIGHTEEN

After Moira helped Rafe recline on one of the double beds in their hotel room, she took her knife and cut away his shirt from the wound. Her field dressing had held, but the bandage was soaked bright red. He'd somehow reopened the wound. Dammit.

"I liked that shirt," Rafe said, eyes closed.

"You have at least six other black T-shirts," she said. Rafe was pale, but at least he hadn't lost his sense of humor. She willed her hands to remain steady as she carefully removed the dressing and inspected the injury.

The wound had stopped bleeding again, but it had gone in deep enough to have Moira debating whether to take Rafe to the hospital. What if the blade had nicked a vital organ? She must have stared too long, because Rafe said, "Forget about the hospital. I'm fine."

"You lost a lot of blood." She showed him the bandage she'd just removed. "How are you feeling? Honestly. Nicole stabbed you with her asthame. We don't know if the knife was poisoned, or cursed, or--"

"I am fine. Just exhausted, like you. I think I saw orange juice in the mini-fridge."

She rose and crossed the room. "I forgot there was a refrigerator. I'm so used to the generic, cash-only, fleabag motels."

She pulled out orange juice for Rafe and a water bottle for herself. Then she grabbed a mini-bottle of vodka.

"I didn't know you drank the hard stuff," Rafe teased.

"Me? Hell, no. If it's not beer, don't bother me with it. This is for you." She shoved a folded towel under him. "It's going to sting."

"Don't--" he began, but she'd already poured half the bottle over his wound. "Shit," he gasped, biting down on his lip.

"I warned you. Sorry." She kissed Rafe near the cut, not realizing she'd done so until her lips touched his warm skin, tasted the alcohol on his body, and smelled the sweat from their battle with the witches.

In silence, Moira finished cleaning and taping his injury, trying to ignore Rafe's watchful eyes. "You'll live." She tried to sound flip, but it came out relieved. She finally looked at him, and he took her hand and kissed it. "Thank you."

Her racing heart was finally slowing as the adrenaline from the last hour faded. "But if you feel any sharp pains, start bleeding, get a fever--I'm taking you to the hospital. Or else back to Santa Louisa to have Dr. Fielding look at you."

"I don't need a coroner yet," he said with a half smile.

"I'm serious!" She tried to stand, to pace--worry and fear battling for primacy--but Rafe didn't let go of her hand. He pulled her down on top of him.

"I'm fine, sweetheart. But it's nice to have someone worry about me."

For a split second she thought about his wound, not wanting to reinjure it, but his bare chest was flat against her, his lips right in front of her, his eyes staring into hers.

"I'm fine," he whispered again.

She kissed him, not wanting to hear he was okay because she knew he wasn't.

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