EDGE OF SHADOWS: The Shadow Ops Finale (Shadow Ops, Book # 3) by C.J. Lyons, Cynthia Cooke Read Free Book Online Page B

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Chapter 6
     
     
    KC rushed toward Chase’s hospital room, anxious to see him and fill him in on what happened on the Mall that morning, but more than that, she was excited to finally be bringing him home. Her bed had been too lonely these last few nights, and much too cold.
    “So today’s the big day,” she said as she breezed through the door and into his room. A physical therapist was there, adjusting Chase’s crutches. KC was glad to see that someone had convinced him that he actually needed to use them.
    Chase didn’t say a word. Just glowered at her as he fumbled to get out of the bed.
    “Here, let me help you.” The therapist, a young woman with short brown hair, hurried forward and grabbed his arm to steady him while he got on his feet, pulling his crutches under his armpits. “There you go, good as gold.” She turned to KC. “I’ll just leave a note in his chart. Take care, now.”
    “I can’t wait to get out of this place,” he grumbled after the therapist had left and the door was shut behind her.
    KC grinned. “Really? I never would've guessed. You gonna walk out like that?” She pivoted forward, catching a nice view of his bare backside beneath the lopsided hospital gown tied at the back of his neck.
    “I don’t give a fig as long as I get out of here.”
    “I’m sure the nurses will appreciate that,” she said, appreciating the view herself.
    He groaned and dropped back down on the bed, taking care not to jostle his right ankle swathed in its thick, black plastic splint. A walking cast, they called it, even though the doctors still wanted him to stay off his leg for a few more days. Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. “They’re trying to kill me in here.”
    “It hasn’t been that bad.”
    “You don’t know. You’re not here when they are poking and prodding, pulling and twisting. Sadists, every one of them. They enjoy seeing my pain.” He looked at her as if he’d just confided in her the world’s biggest secret.
    She tried hard to keep a sympathetic look on her face and not laugh, but the corners of her lips were twitching. What was it about hospitals that could turn the roughest, toughest guys into two-year-olds?
    “Sit back and I’ll help you get dressed.” She picked up the overnight bag she’d brought and dropped it next to him on the bed, opened it up and pulled out a pair of boxers. “Now let’s put on your big-boy panties and get you out of here.”
    He glared at her. “I don’t need your help.”
    This time she lost it. She laughed. She couldn’t help it. The sound filled the small room, which made him even grumpier. She leaned in for a kiss. “You are adorable.”
    He growled, then wrapped his arms around her in a crushing hug and fell backward onto the bed, pulling her on top of him and planting a big kiss on her lips. “I’ll show you adorable.”
    She broke away. “You really are feeling better.”
    “Want me to show you how much better?” He nuzzled her neck. Fire shot straight to her core.
    “How about we wait until we get you back home?” she said, her voice thickening as desire coiled in her belly.
    “Where’s your sense of adventure?” he asked, and she knew he was playing with her, getting her back for playing with him. She had half a mind to call him on it and show him just how adventurous she could be.
    “Trust me, darling. I can show you more adventure than you can handle. Anytime. Anywhere.” She straddled his lap and wiggled, then bent over and pulled his earlobe into her mouth where she sucked it deeply before giving it a final flick with her tongue.
    He groaned, and she smiled with satisfaction. “But, unfortunately, Jay’s on his way to meet us here.”
    “Here? Now?” He groaned. “You are a wicked, wicked woman.”
    She wiggled again. Grinning. “Sorry, but we have a lot to talk about.”
    Refusing to let her go, he pressed his lips to hers. “Fine. But once things calm down, if they ever calm down, you