“Yeah. I think I heard the punchline. But I wouldn’t mind the details.”
“Your MRI came back good. You do have a broken arm, like we both suspected. They’re going to release you with a temporary sling, and you’ve got an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon later on today.”
“Surgeon?” My blood pressure rose instantly, my pulse beating hard in my veins.
“It doesn’t mean you need surgery. That’s just what the doctor is called.”
He must have seen the worry on my face because he took my hand again. “I’ll stay with you. And if he tries to recommend surgery, I’ll beat him back with a stick. How does that sound?”
I grinned. This man had a way of making me feel okay. “That soundsperfect.You’re my own personal bodyguard.”
“It’s the least I can do.” His gorgeous eyes shadowed over. “If it weren’t for me, you never would have gotten on that mechanical bull. This is all my fault.”
But if I’d never gotten on that bull, I wouldn’t have spent so much time with Dawson. And despite his rocking good looks, I was starting to see that there was a really good man hiding underneath all that sex appeal.
A couple hours later we landed at my townhouse, a brand new cast on my arm.
Dawson had driven us here. Sometime while I’d slept in the night, he’d had some of his friends deliver his pickup truck to him. So, he’d been my chauffeur from the hospital.
A woman could get used to this treatment.
I was still feeling pretty banged up, but it could have been much worse. The one thing I knew was that I was never riding a mechanical bull again.
Once was enough.
Dawson used my key to get my door open, then carried the bag of medical papers I’d been discharged with inside.
He looked around once he got me in the door. “Your place is nice.”
“It’s simple, but I like it.”
My cat, Noodles, came out to greet us, meowing in disappointment, telling me just how hard it had been to spend the night here alone.
“I’m sorry, baby. But at least breakfast isn’t too late.”
“You want me to feed your cat?” Dawson asked as Noodles sniffed him suspiciously.
“Would you mind? I don’t want to keep asking you to do things for me.”
“Naw. I’m atoning for what happened. Let me keep helping you until my guilty conscience lessens a little.”
I showed him where the wet food was, along with the kibble, and explained how Noodles liked it mixed together.
It was fun watching Dawson cater to my kitty.
That was on my list of must-have requirements for any future boyfriend. They had to get along with my cat.
When he was done, he asked, “How are we going to get you up those stairs? I have an idea if you’re not opposed.”
My eyes widened. “You’re not suggesting that you carry me up the stairs, are you?”
He grinned at me. “You’re too banged up to get there by yourself.”
Unfortunately, he was right about that.
Even though I’d only broken my arm, every part of my body was sore from being thrown off the bull and landing on the hard concrete floor at the bar. It had been painful just walking from the car to my front door.
I’d planned on asking him to set me up with a blanket on the couch.
