The Billionaire's Christmas (A Sinclair Novella) by Scott J. S

Author:Scott, J. S. [Scott, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-14T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 5

Emily decided almost immediately that Grady Sinclair was probably the worst patient to ever enter their small-town hospital. He’d wanted to leave the minute the doctor had sutured the gaping wound in his side. Luckily, the bullet had just grazed his flesh, but it had left a substantial laceration.

She had cried like a blubbering child when the doctor had said Grady would be okay with some suturing, antibiotics, and an overnight stay for observation. It might have been amusing that Grady had actually been trying to comfort her when he was the one in pain.

It had been her fault—Paul was her crazy ex-boyfriend—but Grady had risked his own life to save her anyway. Honestly, Emily didn’t think he had even given a thought to his own safety. He had only cared about hers, and the fact that he’d been willing to sacrifice his life to protect her completely floored her. No man she’d ever known, except maybe her father, would have protected her without a single thought to his own safety. Now she was determined to take care of Grady.

Keeping him in the hospital had been a challenge, and she had gotten desperate and threatened to break her promise to spend Christmas with him if he didn’t follow the doctor’s orders. He grumbled and protested, but he had finally given in. He’d gotten even grouchier when she refused to leave him, telling her to take her ass home and get some sleep. She slept in the recliner beside his bed, not only because she wanted to be with him in case he needed anything, but because she was afraid he’d get up and leave if she didn’t keep him in the bed.

Emily breathed a sigh of relief as she got him back home the next afternoon, more than ready to be away from the hospital and the thoughts that kept racing through her mind about what could have happened to Grady.

“You didn’t tell me you got a tree!” Emily exclaimed as they entered the house, noticing the huge Christmas tree in the corner of the living room. It was a beauty, full and lush, and at least seven feet tall.

“You like it?” he asked cautiously, grimacing as he moved. “You said you wanted one. I asked the lady who cleans the house where I could get a big one. She said she’d have her husband bring one here and set it up. I guess they brought it this morning.”

“You’re hurting. Do you want some pain medicine?” she asked him anxiously.

“No. Do you like the tree?”

“It’s beautiful. I’ll decorate it later. Right now I just want to get you to bed.” She wrapped her arm around his waist, careful not to put pressure on his wound.

“Sweetheart, those are words I’ve wanted to hear from you since the moment I met you. And I’m not going to bed unless you come with me,” he replied obstinately, raising a teasing brow at her as he added, “Seriously? Do you really think you’re going to hold me up if I swoon?”

“Yes.

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