CHAPTER NINE
He watched her walk from the windows to the bar, grab a water and set it down, just to repeat the motion.
“Do you want to go for a walk?” he asked.
She turned, the light from the windows behind her accenting her curves. “What?”
He fought the urge to adjust himself. “A walk? On the beach. We’re only about a hundred yards or so from the promenade.”
Damn, he felt her smile in his dick. She had one tooth that slightly overlapped another. It didn’t detract from her beauty, but kept her from being too perfect. Was that a thing? Too perfect?
“Did you just say ‘promenade’?”
His eyebrows rose. “Isn’t that what it’s called?”
“Well, yeah. I’m just surprised you know that.”
“Because I’m a dumb G.I.?”
“No, ‘cause you’re a guy period. That’s not normally a word a guy uses. Especially a guy who’s all,” she bowed up her free arm and tucked her chin in, “grrr.”
He grinned. “A bear?”
She dropped her arm and stood straight. “Not a bear. A, you know, manly-man.”
He ran a hand down his abs. “You think I’m manly?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not feeding any more of your ego.”
He pulled his shoulders back and puffed out his chest. “I think you’re evading the question.”
“I’m evading giving you a big head.” She walked over to the couch and sat down. “I can’t go for a walk anyway.”
Shit. Was she in pain? Did the doc leave anything for her? “Does something hurt? Do I need to call Fatima?”
“No, the painkillers are working fine. I don’t have any shoes.” She stretched her legs out in front of her and wiggled her toes.
The tension in his shoulders released. “Oh. Where did you get the clothes?”
“Fatima said to help myself to what was in the closet.”
“No shoes?”
She shook her head. “Not in my size.”
“Stand by.” He picked up the phone on the side table and pressed zero.
“Good morning, concierge.”
“Good morning. Is it possible to have someone purchase some shoes?”
“Of course, sir. What type of shoes?”
He drew a blank. “Hang on a sec.” He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at Emme, who had stretched out on the couch. “What kind of shoes?”
“Comfortable walking shoes. Size eight. And socks.”
He repeated her request to the concierge.
