Trying to draw her professionalism back in place she pulled away, peeling the napkin from his wound. It had stopped bleeding and as she gently blotted at the skin, she decided it didn't need stitches, just a bandage and some Neosporin would do. Glancing around the break room, she spied a first aid kit on top of the row of lockers. Would have been nice if she'd seen that earlier.
Crossing to the lockers she started to pull a chair close to stand on, but Drake stopped her.
"I can get it," he told her, reaching over her shoulder with ease.
The warmth of him against her back was intoxicating. Maybe it was just the release from the adrenalin spike, but she was feeling more than friendly toward him. If he gave her the chance she would totally jump his sexy bones.
A fingertip brushed over her right shoulder, directly along the lines of her tattoo.
"What style is this?" he asked, breath puffing against her skin. "I've never seen anything like it."
"It's a watercolor tattoo."
"It's beautiful. Very feminine," he murmured, running his fingers along the petals of the chrysanthemum, then down the stem. It felt as if he were touching something much more personal than her back. His touch was unbelievably gentle.
Bandage. She needed to bandage the knife wound.
She turned in place, taking the first aid kit from him. "Do you think we need to report him to the cops?"
Drake's expression was inscrutable, but he shook his head. "No, not unless you feel you need to."
Izzy was confused for a moment. Oh, yeah, he'd gotten hurt because she was being attacked. How had she forgotten that?
"No, I don't think so. We're already going to have to try hide what happened from Tyler and Kiko. Their families are out there. I don't want their wedding overshadowed by this."
Drake gave a single nod, then moved to one of the circular tables. Pushing a couple of the chairs away he leaned his butt back against the edge, legs stretched out in front of him. "Is this okay?"
Izzy moved toward him, placing the kit on the table near his hip, incredibly conscious of him being so near, watching every move she made. Those ice-cold eyes unnerved her. She flipped the lid on the box and rummaged inside. A four by four should be big enough. She found an antiseptic wipe and ripped it open. "This may burn a little."
Moving in front of him she leaned down to get a better look at the wound. The knife had nicked him just above the waistband of his pants on the left side of his body. She was focused on an area just a few inches from his zipper. Oh, hell, was he getting erect?
The door pushed open behind her and Izzy glanced over her shoulder. A harried young man with a load of linen in his arms paused.
"Get out," Drake snapped.
The young man turned and bolted, stuttering out an apology.
As Izzy straightened and turned back to look at Drake, it suddenly occurred to her how it must have looked with Drake leaning back, shirtless, and her bent over in front of him. When she caught the glint of male satisfaction in his pale eyes and quirk of a smile on his lips, she burst out laughing. "You dog! You knew that would happen, didn't you?"
The smile spread his lips, white teeth flashing. "I thought it might be a possibility."
Izzy giggled and smacked his arm, appreciating the totally male move. They didn't know the worker and she doubted he would go blabbing to his friends what he'd seen.
Or maybe he would...
The thought of people knowing she'd been with Drake didn't bother her. The man was sex on a stick. She'd never dated anyone with a shaved head and it made him appear ultra-sexy. She wanted to run her hand over the skin of his head, and the barest hint of dark stubble there. Thick, dark brows arched over his intelligent eyes and there was a bit of a smile on his full lips. If she didn’t know he was a SEAL, he could have totally fit into the Hollywood crowd. Her girlfriends would probably be urging her on right now. Her gaze flicked to the wall and the white-faced clock there. Tyler and Kiko weren't due to arrive for another thirty minutes.
She did not expect to get bowled over by anyone on this crazy destination wedding. When Kiko had taken she and Ginny to lunch one day and explained that everyone was going to the mountains of Montana for this high-class wedding, she and Ginny had laughed.
“You’re kidding,” Ginny had gasped.
Kiko had shaken her head. “No. This is an area where we vacationed when I was a kid and I fell in love with it. Tyler loves it too, so we’re going to do it.”
There had been no shaking her. And when she’d said she would hook them up with blind dates for the day, Izzy had cringed but smiled. Actually, she'd had slight hopes for Brendon, the guy Kiko had chosen for her, but obviously those weren't going anywhere.
This male specimen, on the other hand, was a much better prospect.
Leaning down again she spread the antibacterial ointment across the cut, then positioned the four by four across it. Ripping bandage tape from a roll she secured the pad. And yes, maybe she let her hand linger just a moment longer than needed. Out of the peripheral of her eye she glanced at his erection as she stood up. Yup, definitely still interested.
