“In a loft above. There’s a guest suite in the lower section that’ll give you some privacy. Or you can have one of the spare rooms upstairs if you’d feel better not being isolated.” He pursed his lips when she simply stared at him, looking as if she wasn’t sure if he was crazy or dedicated. “Just a thought.”
“Not commuting would be nice. Let’s wait until you’re good to go?—”
“Already good.” He pinched off the IV and removed the needle, then tossed back the covers as he swung his legs over the edge, ignoring the burn through his right thigh. “All I need are some clothes.”
“Whoa, I don’t think the doctors have cleared you, yet.”
Bodie thumbed at the door. “One of my best friends is a medic. I’ll be fine.”
Rowan hitched out a hip. “Bodie…”
“Already signed the discharge papers.”
“The ones that state you’re leaving against medical advice?”
He shrugged. “Something like that.”
“Are you always this stubborn?”
“Occupational hazard.”
She rolled her eyes. “Right.”
“I wasn’t the one who went back into the hot zone a few hours after barely escaping alive.”
She stared at him, laughed. “And I know a losing battle when I’m faced with it. Just don’t make me break out any medic moves. I swear, shoving that needle into Wade’s chest scared me more than getting shot at.”
“Amen to that.” He stared at the floor, judging if his legs would hold or if he’d fall face-first the moment he put weight on them.
Rowan sighed. “Admitting you need another day or two isn’t a crime, Page.”
Bodie flicked his gaze up. The way she said his last name, almost as if it had more syllables or held more weight, caught him by surprise. Just like during the escape when he’d finally noticed how bright her eyes were. Neon, just like they were now.
He shrugged. “Just trying not to flash everyone my ass.”
Rowan snagged her bottom lip, again, then grinned. “If it looks half as good bare as it did in those pants, no one’s gonna mind.”
He coughed. “And when, exactly, did you have time to check out my ass while we were running from mercenaries?”
“I excel at multitasking.” She ambled closer, swept her gaze the length of him. “And there’s the part where you were ahead of me for that entire climb.”
She moved over to a chair pushed up against one wall and grabbed the plastic bag off the top. “This is all your clothing from when you arrived, which is great for evidence. Totally unwearable, though.”
She looked around. “Wait. There’s a gym bag underneath.” She yanked it out and rummaged through it, stuffing the bag of soiled clothes inside after placing some items on the bed next to him. “Looks like one of your buddies brought you some sweats. Which is smart because you don’t want anything snug on that leg for a few days.”
“My pants were snug?”
“Your pants were perfect. Just not what your leg’s gonna like.” She gestured loosely toward him. “So, do you need a hand or…”
“Been dressing myself since I was three.”
“Remember that when you have to bend that leg.” She turned and headed for the door. “You got a lift home?”
Bodie sighed. “I might be able to catch Greer and Chase before they leave. Dalton’s probably hanging around…”
“My Tahoe’s parked outside. I’ll drive you home.”
“Isn’t it the opposite direction of where you live?”
