“I can go if you’re ready for bed.”
Holding Bo’s hand tighter might keep him from leaving. “Stay. We’ve only watched one episode.”
“Lucky?”
“Yeah?”
“Ease up, you’re about to crack bones.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
The credits rolled, the music played, and the next installment filled the TV screen. The redhead again, doing rich people things with her rich father. He’d been in enough fancy houses to know the bookcase didn’t belong. Bo had the same one back at their place. Hard to imagine a millionaire corporate raider shopping at Ikea.
Blah, blah, blah, hot guy, fashion-model woman, another hot guy. But no Lila. Surely she’d appear in the bar scene.
Nope.
Man, he loved a good troublemaker.
The episode ended. “That’s all? What happened to Lila?”
“This is Ernst’s plot line. Maybe Lila is in the next one.”
“She better be. The show’s downright boring without her.” Still no Lila. Lucky stroked a finger down Bo’s neck. He might be talking a better game than he stood a chance of backing up, but it never hurt to remind Bo of the fun times. He reached for Bo’s leg. Damned short-assed arms.
Oh! If they got creative… “We could jam the chair against the door and…”
Bo shook his head. “You have to recover. No fun and games.”
Spoilsport. “The doctor didn’t say not to.” Bo didn’t need to know that anything beyond a kiss was out of Lucky’s possibilities right now.
“He probably assumed he didn’t have to. I’m sure not many of his patients get frisky after surgery.” Bo’s words said no, but the cocked brow and smile on his lips said,“You might be able to talk me into something.”
If Bo danced in his leather chaps now, Lucky would pop his stitches and staples. “Frisky? Did you say ‘frisky’?”
Bo glared, but he didn’t push Lucky’s roving hand away, which equaled a great big “Yes!” in Lucky’s book. Not that he’d be able to do much, but he wasn’t dead yet.
Nurse and patient roleplaying? Hell yeah! As long as the nurse wasn’t Andy the stalker.
Numbness spread out, making Lucky’s eyelids droop. In moments like these, he understood why people got addicted to painkillers. Lovely things. But like many lovely things, also deadly if mishandled.
A knock on the open door jolted him awake.
“Mr. Harrison?” A woman stepped through the door. “I hope I’m not disturbing you. My daughter said she’d talk to you, but I wanted to come myself and tell you how grateful we are…” Every bit of color fled the woman’s face. “Richmond?”
Oh shit! “Mama?”
Chapter Fifteen
Lucky grabbed the bed railings and tried to wriggle into a sitting position. “Ow! Hot damn! Motherfuck!” Jelly beans flew in all directions.
Bo leapt off the chair and caught Lucky’s mother before she hit the floor.
Spots formed before Lucky’s eyes. He yanked a pillow against his incision. “Motherfucker, motherfucker! Oh, sorry, Mama!”
“Lucky, are you okay?” Bo shifted Lucky’s mother around until she lay on the chair.
Lucky lied and nodded, sucking in and pushing out air. He jammed his thumb down on the happy drug button. Gradually the stabbing in his belly lessened, but didn’t stop. What he wouldn’t give for a shot right now to knock his ass out.
