Hot Water by Cassie Sweet

Author:Cassie Sweet
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Published: 2014-12-11T17:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

CLIVE STEPPED out onto his porch. He loved a good storm, especially when his mood was already as foul as the sky. And judging from the speed with which it blew in off the ocean, it was going to be a bad one.

Echoes of footsteps pounded down the road as a runner came into view. Who would be out jogging on an afternoon like this?

Oh shit. Stupid tourist mistake.

“Stop, Trevor. You’re going to drown once the rain starts.”

Trevor kept going. He didn’t even really acknowledge that Clive had spoken, just glanced over with a cutting glare and kept running.

Damn. That was all Clive’s fault. Well, he wasn’t going to let the guy get caught in a torrential downpour when there was shelter close at hand.

Clive reached up and touched Rodger’s foot. “Hold on, buddy. We have to go after him.”

Rodger shifted accordingly, but for once he kept his beak shut.

There was something wrong with Trevor’s gait. He held his one leg stiffly and almost dragged it along, like his knee bothered him. What the hell had happened to him? The man needed a babysitter or at least a bodyguard.

Clive closed in and grabbed Trevor’s arm. “Stop, man. This isn’t safe. Plus, you’re hurt.”

Trevor’s knee buckled. They both went down in the dirt. Rodger let out a cry of distress and fluttered his wings.

“Man down!”

“We can see that, Rodger.” Clive rolled to sit up first. Dirt was imbedded in his shorts and a long scrape had bloodied his leg from right above his knee to his ankle.

Trevor was much slower to recover. He breathed heavily, his handsome face pulled into a grimace of pain. “Is that what you do when people don’t pay attention to you? You knock them down?”

“That was an accident.” Clive picked up Rodger and ran a hand over his feathers, then reached down to offer Trevor a hand up. “Come on inside before the rain—” The downpour started as hard and unforgiving as he’d feared. Fire hoses didn’t have the force of the rain when it hit.

Trevor rolled to his feet and followed Clive at a fast limp. Now that Clive saw him from the front, he noticed the banged-up knee and swelling along the edges of the kneecap. Christ, that had to hurt.

Clive held the door open as Trevor dragged his leg through. “Come on into the bathroom. We’ll clean up in there.” He placed Rodger on the back of the couch and showed Trevor the direction.

Clive put the toilet lid down. “Have a seat and let me look at that knee.”

Trevor nodded in the direction of Clive’s leg. “Yours doesn’t look so good either.”

“It’s just a scratch. What happened?” Clive tentatively touched the puffy area on Trevor’s knee, making him suck in a breath and wince. “Sorry.”

“It’s probably a bad sprain. Nothing a little ice and elevation won’t cure.” Trevor poked at the area himself.

Right, the man was trained as a physician, and here Clive was on his knees trying to give him advice on his injury.

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