Cordina's Crown Jewel by Nora Roberts

Author:Nora Roberts
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Publisher: Published by Silhouette Books
Published: 2002-01-31T15:00:00+00:00

She wanted to nurse him, and soothe. But that wasn't all she wanted, for either of them. "Well, just relax, and we'll see what we can do about making you more…comfortable." She turned away, started to arrange and to light the candles. "What're you doing with those?" The wariness in his voice had her lips curving. "Haven't you ever heard of aromatherapy? Just get as comfortable as you can, and we'll start on the shoulder first. You never told me how you were hurt." "I was stupid enough to let some idiot kid drive from the lab. Some people just can't handle a wet road," he added with a bland stare. "He flipped the Jeep." "Flipped?" Horror for him replaced any need to defend her own driving skills. "My God, you're lucky you weren't killed." "He walked away with a couple scratches," Del said bitterly. "He's lucky I didn't snap his neck likea twig. This has put me on the DL over three weeks already." She walked over to turn off lights. "DL?" "No baseball in your world, sister? Disabled list." He'd just think about baseball—sports were good— or work, or world politics. Anything but the way she looked in candlelight. "How're you going to see if you turn off the lights?" "I can see perfectly well. You won't relax with lights shining in your eyes." She wished he had a radio, a stereo system. Something. But they'd just have to cope without it. She climbed onto the bed behind him, knelt. The give of the mattress had his stomach muscles fumbling into knots—and his body bracing as if for battle.

"Now don't be stoic," she said. "Tell me if I hurt you. I'd say you're healing remarkably well if it's only been three weeks. And that you've carved through an impressive amount of work while you've been here."

She rubbed the lubricant in her hands to warm it, then began to gently stroke it over the bruises. "I think we can all use a change of routine now and again, to step away from what we've become steeped in so that we can have a clearer vision of the whole picture."

"Maybe." It was true enough that since he'd come back to the cabin he'd been able to look at the project from angles he'd missed or ignored when he'd been in the middle of it. Such as the money problem.

"Don't tense up," she murmured. "Just close your eyes." Her fingers stroked, gently kneaded. "Let your mind drift. Did you play in the woods here as a boy?" "Sure." Baseball, he was going to think about baseball. How was he supposed to keep a box score in his head when she kept talking in that exotic, sexy voice. "Swim in the pond? Fish?" "My mother likes to fish." "Really?" Because the image of her, wearing one of her ugly hats, stout boots, ragged shirt and trousers with a pole in her hand made him smile, he closed his eyes. Surely thinking of your mother was as good a way to control your glands as sports.

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