Page 102 of My Favorite Hero

I ran my hands over his head. “Oh my God, there’s a bump. We need to go to the hospital.”

He laughed, although he winced when he did. “Not that much of a wallop.”

“You could have a concussion. You might lie down and die. I have to take you!”

“I don’t have a concussion. I have a bump because you whacked me with a piece of timber. I’m not going to die.” His gaze kept bouncing around, and his lips twitched.

I was terrified he was about to have a seizure.

“I feel awful,” I exclaimed. “What can I do?”

“A blow job would help,” he deadpanned.

I stared down at him. “How can you think of sex right now?”

“Well, your cupcake has no wrapper.”

“What?”

He grinned. “The puppy has escaped the playground.”

I stared at him, horrified. He wasn’t making sense. He was completely delirious. He had a brain injury because I’d hit him with a piece of wood—twice.

“You’re talking gibberish. I hit you too hard.” I grabbed his arm. “I’m calling 9-1-1.”

He sighed. “Casey, once again, you are flashing me.”

I glanced down, seeing my left breast had come out of the tank I was wearing. It must have done so as I’d torn my hoodie over my head.

“When I see your breasts, sex does take over my thoughts.”

As nonchalantly as I could, I put it back into place.

“Well, they are one of my finest assets.”

“Yes, they are.”

He got up and stretched, rolling his shoulders with a sigh. “See, I’m fine. Can we get back to building your box now?”

“You don’t want to get in my box?”

He blinked. Then he started to laugh. “Later. Once the tools are put away and there is nothing for you to impale me with.”

“Then you’ll impale me?”

That did it.

He pulled me off the ground and kissed me. Then to prove he was fine, he tossed me over his shoulder and headed inside.

I was starting to like this.

Later that night, Jesse lay with his head on my lap. I rested against the headboard, stroking his hair and reading. Barney and Miller were at the end of the bed, sleeping next to each other as usual.

I glanced down, smiling. Jesse’s eyes were shut, but a smile played on his lips. He had one hand resting over his chest, and he looked almost blissful.

Earlier today, I’d discovered his kryptonite. He loved having his head rubbed.

And I enjoyed doing it. I found it relaxing and a mindless pleasure as I read quietly.