“Goodnight, Tinkerbelle,” Danny said, dropping his head back onto her stomach and squeezing his eyes shut as he prayed that she fell asleep because he honestly didn’t think that his imagination could take anymore torture tonight, not with her lying beneath him wearing one of his tee-shirts and his body more than willing to show her just how good sex could be.
2:30 A.M.
“No, I don’t want anymore,” his small, unwanted houseguest mumbled with a cute little whine as she tried to roll over on the couch and-
“Ow!” she muttered with a little whimper as she hit the floor, but she didn’t make any move to get up and climb back on the couch, he noted with a sigh.
“Let’s go,” Danny said to the drugged-out woman trying to curl up into a ball and go back to sleep on his floor even as he counted his blessings that she was sleeping.
“Comfy,” Jodi mumbled with a little pout as he leaned over and scooped her up.
“The couch is more comfortable,” he gently explained as he placed her back on the couch and quickly tucked her in.
Once she was tucked in, he picked up the small cup of medicine that he’d placed on the coffee table and held it to her lips. “I need you to drink this,” Danny said softly, giving her a little shake when she started to drift off again.
“You drink it,” she mumbled irritably, blindly pushing the cup away. “I don’t want it.”
“I don’t need it,” Danny pointed out as he gently pushed a few strands of her beautiful blonde hair out of the way, only to get his hand slapped away in the process.
“Neither do I,” Jodi argued.
He sighed heavily as he crouched down next to the couch. “The hives are starting to come back.”
“No, they’re not,” Jodi argued even as she reached up and scratched the hives spreading across her neck.
Too exhausted to argue, he pinched her nose. When she opened her mouth to gasp for air, Danny poured the medicine in her mouth. When he was done, he released her nose and covered her mouth with his hand until he was sure that she’d swallowed every last drop.
“I hate you,” Jodi muttered the second that he removed his hand as she tried to glare at him, but the medicine was already kicking in, adding to the drowsiness from the last dose.
Knowing that her level of hatred for him had probably been elevated to a murderous rage, Danny chuckled as he tucked her in. “Goodnight, Tinkerbelle,” he said, gently running his knuckles along her chin as he stood up.
“Rot in hell, you rotten bastard,” Jodi mumbled around a loud yawn as she turned over and curled up on her side.
He couldn’t help but chuckle as he said, “I already am, Tink.”
5:55 A.M.
“How are you feeling?” came the abrupt demand a split second after she managed to open her eyes.
“Um, fine?” Jodi answered, frowning in confusion as she looked around the dimly lit apartment that definitely wasn’t hers.
“Good,” Danny said, scooping her up in his arms and heading for the door.
By the time she managed to open her mouth to ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, he carried her inside her apartment and dumped her ass on the couch before he turned around and stormed right back out. He slammed the door behind him, leaving her sitting on her couch, shaking her head and muttering, “Someone’s not a morning person.”
Chapter 7
“Fuck it,” he said, dropping his bag on the floor and pulling his cellphone out of his back pocket. For another minute, he stood there, debating making the call that had the power to make his life a living hell.
In the end, exhaustion and the stabbing pain shooting through his shoulder and his hand, the part of his hand that he could still feel anyway, made the decision for him. Hoping that his uncle was too distracted by the coffee truck to answer his phone, he called his Uncle Jared and waited, praying that voicemail would pick up.
Much like last night, when he prayed that Tink would stop wiggling enticingly beneath him and put him out of his misery by falling asleep, his prayers went unanswered.
“Are you stopping to get donuts?” his uncle demanded after the third ring, sounding hopeful.
“No, I-”
“Why not, you cheap bastard?” Uncle Jared demanded, cutting him off and making him shake his head in disgust.
