His Only Wife by Cathy McDavid

Author:Cathy McDavid
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Gage strained not to move as Aubrey treated his injured hand. Every touch of her fingers, every brush of her arm, elevated his sense of awareness to a higher level. He hadn’t brought her to the motor home in an effort to seduce her, but seducing her was pretty much all he could think of at the moment.

“Gage?”

“Sorry. Did you say something?” He tried to recall her question, but his brain function had been reduced to zilch.

She sighed and delicately probed a blister. “I said, you really should be taking antibiotics. Dr. Ferguson can prescribe one for you when you see him tomorrow.”

Gage tensed, though not from pain, and reminded himself to breath regularly. She definitely wasn’t lying to Mandy when she told the little girl the patients at Tucson General voted her the gentlest nurse. Aubrey’s careful ministrations, combined with her proximity, pushed him to the very limits of his tenuously held control.

He sat at the compact dining table, the sole available seating in the motor home. Only one of his long legs fit in the cramped space beneath the table. The other one stretched across the narrow walkway, the toe of his boot butting the front panel of a lower storage cabinet. Aubrey barely had room to maneuver, which accounted for their constant—and he assumed unintentional—physical contact, along with his fast-growing state of arousal.

Gage wriggled in the seat and tugged on a pant leg.

“Does that hurt?” Her worried glance flitted to his face and then back to his hand.

“Not at all. I’m just a little stiff.”

“I bet you are.”

She had no idea.

“Is your shoulder bothering you? I noticed you rubbing it earlier.”

“A bit.”

“I brought some liniment.” She inclined her head at the assortment of medical paraphernalia lying on the table.

A pain-relieving cream probably wasn’t going to help Gage with what ailed him. If anything, Aubrey massaging liniment into his sore muscles would only increase his discomfort. Nonetheless, he picked up the tube with his left hand and attempted to unscrew the cap—attempted being an apt description. Gage was anything but ambidextrous.

“Here. Let me.” Aubrey relieved him of the tube. “Take off your shirt.”

Gage rose, inadvertently crowding Aubrey.

She lowered her gaze, watching him unbuckle his belt. He watched her watching him, and deliberately slowed his movements, hoping for a reaction.

“Do you need help?” she asked.

He figured he could succeed one-handed, but where was the fun in that? “Sure, thanks.”

He raised his arms over his head, and Aubrey whisked off his shirt. Unfortunately, she did it like a nurse undressing her patient and not like a woman stripping her lover.

So much for wild, crazy fantasies coming true.

What, Gage wondered, did she think about the two of them being there together? Did she want him as much as he wanted her?

“Sit,” she ordered.

He plopped back down in the seat. Aubrey came to stand in front of him, squeezing a dollop of liniment into the center of her palm. The outside of her thigh pressed lightly against the inside of his. Her movement appeared innocent, much as Gage wished she had an ulterior motive.

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