Allie leaned a bit to observe the activity at the back of the cabin. “One bed…”
I took that moment to brush her cheek.
Trust went both ways.
“I won’t pressure you.” Not that I would. Nor could in my condition.
Her lips parted as my fingers paused at her jawline.
This time, I did lean in, ignoring the sharp bite of pain. Her eyes were a mixed canvas of green and brown and blue. There was no reason to it, just chaos that started as a pale earthy green then spread into a kaleidoscope of colors before the deeply-colored edges shifted from almost brown to deep blue in the light.
I wanted to kiss her again. My carnal desires for her tempted me to turn against my code and just take her for my own.
“The suite is ready.”
I acknowledged the stewardess’s interruption. Carefully, I stood and offered Allie a hand to help her stand.
She put her hand in mine, but stood without putting weight on me by using her free arm for leverage. Even without speaking, I’d given my secrets away.
It was a relief to slide the bulkhead privacy door closed. My shoulders dipped as the stress of the day lessened. For the moment, I was as safe as I could be.
“Let’s see where you’re hurt.”
I looked over my shoulder at Allie.
She motioned to my side.
“It is nothing.”
Instead of arguing with me, she went through the lavatory to the luggage storage behind it. When she returned, she carried a garment bag. It wasn’t the clear one with the wedding dress in it.
It was the other dress. The one that made her appear naked. Despite the fatigue and the wound, my cock hardened from the memory of her in it.
She unzipped the bag and tugged out enough fabric to reveal a rust-colored stain on it. “That’s your blood, I believe?”
I swallowed.
“It was on my hands.” Her voice was hard. She quickly stuffed the dress back into its bag and tossed it over one seat. “Sit down.”
Allie pointed to the turned-down duvet, now spread across a bed big enough to fit both of us.
Reluctantly, I followed her orders.
She tugged at her T-shirt, indicating I should unbutton my shirt.
“A mobile veterinary service?”
“I’m a licensed veterinary surgeon. At least they couldn’t take that from me.” The latter half was muttered to herself. Amusing, and a puzzle to solve…later. I unbuttoned my shirt and removed it so she could get a good look at the mess I’d made of myself.
Other than a subtle shift of her eyes as she scanned my chest and dipped lower, she kept her composure. “When did someone field dress this?”
She hadn’t approached. I was still that old dog who’d bite.
“I did this about ten to fifteen minutes before the wedding.”
Allie nodded to herself. “Not in the car, right?”
“No.” That would be stupid.
