“Ready to get up?”he asked.
“Yeah.”
Swift pushed off the doorframe and walked toward the bed.
I held up my good hand.“I got it.”
He stopped.
“I need to get back to doing things on my own.”
He scoffed.“You were shot, Britta.”His voice was low and gravelly.“Pretty sure you have a pass to let me help you.”
I grunted as I carefully pushed myself upright.The movement tugged at my shoulder and I sucked in a sharp breath.“Being shot sucks,” I muttered.
“Never tried it, sweetheart,” Swift said.“But I’ll take your word for it.”
I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a second until the room stopped spinning.“Can’t believe I’m more badass than the biker,” I joked.
Swift’s mouth twitched.“That you are.”He took a step toward me like he was going to help.
I immediately held up my hand again.“I am fine,” I said.“Just let me at least try to feel like a normal human being.”
He raised both hands in surrender.“Whatever you want.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be able to do everything yet.Hell, getting dressed was still a whole production, but I needed to start trying.Otherwise, I was going to go insane.
A knock sounded on the front door.
Swift went completely still.
The shift in him was instant.His shoulders tightened.His posture changed.
Every muscle in his body looked like it locked into place.
I stood slowly and winced.“I don’t think if they’re here to kill us, they’ll knock,” I joked.
Swift grunted.“Just stay here.”
I gave him a mock salute.“As if I can do anything more than gingerly walk.”
He shot me a look before turning and moving down the hallway.
His footsteps were quiet despite his size.
I listened as he crossed the living room, then his voice boomed through the house.“Who’s there?”
“Tempi!”
Relief spread through my chest and a grin tugged at my lips.
Of course it was Tempi.
I raised my voice toward the hallway.“I’ll be right out!”
“I’ll get the coffee going!”Tempi called back.
Bless that woman.
