Finn thought of the nearly full pill bottle and the mention of the pharmacy. “And you got my migraine pills?”
“I hope you don’t mind. There were only a couple left,but there was a prescription in the drawer over there where you keep the bottle. That was okay, wasn’t it?”
Finn nodded. “I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to say anything. Just part of the service.”
Mitch winked as he stood, but Finn was immediately reminded Mitch was paid to be his driver, his protector. Maybe that duty extended to nurse, personal chef, and housekeeper?He’d been letting himself think Mitch really cared.
Stupid!
Finn pushed himself to his feet and reached for his plate, but Mitch picked it up first. “You go sit down for a bit, maybe put the television on. You look dead on your feet.”
“I’m not totally useless, you know!”
Mitch looked taken aback for moment, then shrugged. “Yeah, I know.” His voice softened. “Just go take it easy, Finn. It’sonly a couple of dishes, and you’ll recover quicker if you don’t push it.”
Mitch didn’t wait for his response, just headed to the kitchen bench, leaving Finn to look at his broad shoulders as he leaned over the sink. Mitch looked back over his shoulder, and Finn flushed at being caught staring but met Mitch’s gaze.
“Grown men sometimes need looking after too, Finn. It isn’t a weakness.”
BY THEnext day, Finn felt 100 percent better. There was no sign of a headache, and all the nausea had disappeared entirely. His appetite had returned to normal, and the lethargy—the migraine hangover—was a thing of the past. It probably helped that he had gone to bed early the previous night, not long after eating the light dinner Mitch made him. The full belly and the meds ensured he slept longand soundly, and as a result, Finn felt like his usual self. He contemplated a shower, but his stomach had other ideas, so he padded in his bare feet toward the kitchen, hoping there was enough bread left to make toast.
Finn came up short at the sight of Mitch asleep on the couch. He hadn’t even given a thought to the fact Mitch was sleeping in the house and that the guest room didn’t have astick of furniture, let alone a bed in it. Ridiculous, really—where else would Mitch be sleeping, given he’d been looking after him for the last couple of days?Damn!Mitch had been so good to him, and in return, he was sleeping on the crappy old couch. Thank God he’d obviously found some spare linens and a pillow so his face wasn’t pushed into the aging fabric.
Mitch looked different in sleep.He was usually so alert, his eyes taking in everything going on around him. Finn didn’t think he’d ever seen him truly relaxed or letting down his guard. Sleep softened Mitch’s features, and his mouth was slightly open, gentle, snuffling snores escaping. Finn couldn’t help but smile.
He let his gaze roam farther, only slightly ill at ease due to the fact he was ogling Mitch in his sleep. Darkstubble shadowed Mitch’s strong jaw, the same dark color as the hair scattered across his chest. His skin was deeply tanned, partly due to his olive complexion and partly as a result of time spent under the summer sun. There was some kind of mark on his left pec, a tattoo of some sort, but Finn couldn’t see the details from across the room. The hair on Mitch’s chest tapered into a treasure trail,disappearing under the waistband of a pair of red underwear only partly covered with a crumpled sheet. Mitch had obviously started the night with the sheet covering him, but it was now in a tangled mess, leaving one long, muscled leg exposed. The underwear did nothing to hide Mitch either, displaying a generous bulge.
Finn bit back a groan as desire flashed through him. Yep, he was definitelyfeeling a lot better. The temptation to wander closer, to get near enough to touch, was strong.
Instead Finn turned on his heel and retreated the way he came. He ignored his erection as he peeled off his briefs, turned on the tap, and stepped into the shower. The water cascaded down his body, but he didn’t stop to enjoy it. He washed quickly, focusing on the task at hand—lather, wash, rinse.By the time he completed his shower and finished shaving, he’d gotten himself pretty much under control. It was a dangerous world he lived in, and he couldn’t afford to let his attraction start ruling his thinking. There was too much at risk.
Damn!He looked at his briefs where they lay on the tiled floor. No other clothes, just what he’d worn into the bathroom. Finn wrapped the towel aroundhis waist, ready for the dash across the hall to his bedroom. He opened the door and ran straight into Mitch. The air was knocked from his lungs, and if it weren’t for Mitch’s arms wrapped around him, he would have ended up on his arse. His body tingled from the contact.Oh God!
“Sorry—”
“I didn’t—”
They spoke at the same time.
Mitch’s grip around his biceps was firm. Their faces were inchesapart. Mitch wasn’t letting go. Finn wasn’t moving away. He couldn’t tear his gaze from Mitch’s eyes. They were close enough that he could see each clearly defined dark eyelash and the golden flecks in Mitch’s brown eyes. Mitch’s nostrils flared, and Finn’s breath hitched. He was operating on a hair trigger, and just the thought of Mitch these days was enough to set him off, let alone the warmthof his body and the scent of his skin.
Blood rushed through his veins, thundering in his ears as desire pooled in his belly. His cock lengthened as every fiber of his being focused on Mitch in front of him.
“I….”Oh, God.The words stuck in his throat.
