An order that he was determined to follow.
“What I need to know is when you’re going to let me out of here.”
Doctor Webb frowned at him. “You’re going to be here for a while. You had a bullet tear through your back. The damage to your kidney…” He shook his head. “I can go into detail later, but right now, you need to rest.”
Crois looked at Harmony and saw her heart in her eyes.
He knew how she felt about him.
He felt the same way about her.
He squeezed Harmony’s hand with his own. “You heard the man, honey.” He grinned at her when she turned her head in his direction. “I guess he gets to order me around, too.”
Doctor Webb chuckled and shook his head. “Make no mistake,” he smiled at them both, “I’ll leave the bossing to Harmony. I trust her instincts about your care, but I bet you’re going to tax her peace of mind sooner rather than later.”
Crois slide a side-long glance at Harmony and saw the truth in her expression.
She was scared.
For him.
Well, he was scared, too.
“I’d like to take a look at your incision.”
Crois looked at him expectantly and the doctor lifted the sheet and the side of his gown.
When he was done, the doctor put everything back in place and nodded, his mouth set in a neutral line.
“Well, it looks like you’re going to live.”
Crois grimaced at his words. “Don’t sound so optimistic, doctor.”
The surgeon chuckled. “At least your sense of humor is intact.”
Harmony blinked at them both. “Wait… he has a sense of humor?”
The room was silent for a moment and then they all laughed.
Well, Crois felt his shoulders shake a bit as he tried to keep his side from splitting.
Literally.
“Okay then, I’m going to go. The doctors on shift tonight and the nurses are going to keep an eye on you. So don’t go thinking you can have too much fun. Hmm?”
Crois waved his hand. “No danger of that.”
Doctor Webb tilted his head. “I was talking to Harmony. You lay there and heal up.”
When Doctor Webb left the room, Crois looked at his woman. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Harmony Morgan.”
She blinked over and over and he knew she was fighting tears.
“You had me so scared!”
At that moment, he would have given anything to be able to pull her down beside him in bed and hold her close.Instead he could only hold her hand and try to get her to understand what he was feeling.
“I saw your face, honey.” He turned her hands over so he could look at her palms. Crois traced the lines of her palm with his fingertips. “I felt your hands on me.”
