[Double-C Ranch, Men 15, Return-5] Courtney's Baby Plan by Allison Leigh

Author:Allison Leigh [Leigh, Allison]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2011-06-10T22:00:00+00:00

It was the sound of running water that woke her.

Courtney rolled onto her back and rubbed her eyes. The clock on her nightstand told her she’d slept a solid eight hours, and the late-afternoon sun streaming across her bed confirmed it.

She might have slept, but she didn’t feel particularly rested. Not considering the way things had ended with Mason.

Water was still running.

Frowning, she sat up and listened harder.

And then she realized what she was hearing, and she bounded off the bed and out into the hallway. The door to Mason’s bathroom was shut, but a very fine wisp of steam was coming out from beneath it.

She knocked on the door. “Mason? What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer.

She knew he was chomping at the bit for a shower. But surely he wouldn’t have attempted such a thing with his casts. Would he?

It was much too easy to believe that he would.

She knocked on the door again. Harder this time. “Mason!”

Still no answer.

Visions of him knocking himself out on the cast-iron tub quickly filled her mind, and she turned the knob. The door swung open, and a thick waft of steam rolled out.

It also rolled above and around the edges of the shower curtain that was pulled around the deep, old-fashioned tub that she’d bought at an auction and had refinished at a restoration place in Cheyenne.

She grabbed the edge of the curtain, her worry far exceeding her discretion, and she pulled it back.

She got a glimpse of tight, male backside, a scarred back and slick water-darkened hair as the man—half covered in plastic bags, she realized—jerked around to face her, swearing vividly. “Dammit, Court!” He grabbed the shower curtain with almost amusing modesty and pulled it against him. “What the hell?”

She was a nurse, for pity’s sake. She was not going to blush over the sight of a plastic-wrapped, casted-up naked man.

Even this naked man.

“That should be my line,” she said tartly and reached around him to shut off the water, unintentionally brushing her arm against a warm, wet thigh in her way. They both seemed to jump a little, though Mason couldn’t do much, considering he was standing one-footed in the tub while his garbage-bag-shrouded leg was propped on the opposite side of the tub. “If you get either one of those casts wet, you’ll be spending even more time at the hospital.”

She snatched a thick brown towel off the towel rack. “You’re worse than a child,” she muttered. “Turn my back for a minute and look what you get up to.” She ran the towel over his chest and shoulder, down to the edge of the plastic that he’d taped—with duct tape, yet—around his arm, above the edge of the fiberglass cast. She dried the plastic, hoping furiously that water hadn’t leaked beneath it.

“I’m not a freaking child,” he snapped and grabbed the towel with his free hand.

Considering that she was facing down all six-five of his bare flesh, she was reminded with excruciating clarity of that particular fact.

And even though they’d slept together, the sight of him took her breath away.

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