body. She was in heaven. Kelly gave herself a mental shake. She shouldn’t be having these kinds of thoughts about her super-hot imaginary friend, but he wasn’t her imaginary friend, he was the delectable warrior who’d rescued her.
But no matter what her long denied libido wanted she had to focus on the fact this man was here to help. They had some weird-ass psychic connection, and he thought of her as some long lost childhood friend, nothing more. It didn’t matter he had skin like melted caramel and she wanted to lick it to see how it would taste. Damn it Wachowski, put a cork in it. For all you know he can read your mind! Noah finished zipping the suitcase and picked it up, and gave her a slow smile.
* * *
Despite Kelly’s mother completing a lot of the paperwork, there was still quite a lot for Kelly to read and sign. Dr. Weston seemed like a very nice lady, and she prescribed some pain medication for Kelly. She suggested Kelly take something now, but she declined, and that’s when he’d enough.
He waited until the doctor and her parents were talking, and then pulled her aside. “Kali, take the medicine.”
“What?” She looked at him with a dazed expression. He touched the spot right above her left eyebrow and started a soft circular motion and watched as she sighed in relief. She closed her eyes, and he wrapped his other hand around the back of her neck, gathering her close, continuing with the gentle massage. “Take the medicine Kali, I can feel your headache, it’s a doozy.” Her eyes shot open.
“I didn’t think about you being in pain as well. I’m sorry, I’ll take the meds.” She broke away and went and talked to the doctor. Noah smiled, he’d hated seeing her in pain. The echo of her headache wasn’t much more than an annoyance, nothing like the pain that jerked him awake that morning. Apparently taking care of herself wasn’t something she thought was important. It was going to be one of Noah’s missions while in Chicago. He watched as Kali’s mom headed towards him.
“How did you manage to get her to take something for her headache?” she asked.
“Ma’am?”
“Well I know she didn’t decide to do it on her own,” she said as she sat down in the seat Kelly had vacated. “So, tell me how you convinced my stubborn daughter to actually take something for the pain.
“Mrs. Wachowski…”
“Call me Rose.”
“Rose, I might have hinted I was feeling the pain as well,” he admitted sheepishly.
“And were you?”
“A little bit, but it wasn’t really painful, more of a dull ache.”
“Oh, I like you.” Rose patted his arm. “I could tell my girl was still hurting, but I couldn’t get her to take any medication. I knew she didn’t want to feel out of control, but she’s safe right now, and we’re taking her home where she can have a nap. When she gets up she can boss all of us around.”
Noah chuckled.
“You know she isn’t going to want to stay with you for much longer.”
“She and her dad are going to have to fight it out. I think your plan to stay with her is stupendous. Of course, after they are done fighting, you’ll have to pick up the gauntlet. With that in mind you’re going to need to keep up your strength. You’re invited to dinner tonight, we’re having pot roast, mashed potatoes and homemade apple pie.” As far as Noah was concerned everything was right in his world.
* * *
Kelly was angry, she didn’t know what was getting to her more, the fact she had been ambushed by three people or everyone monitoring her food intake. She wasn’t hungry. When did it become a punishable offense?
“If you are worried about where Noah is going to stay while he is in Chicago, let him stay in the spare bedroom here. He’s not staying at my condo. My spare bedroom couldn’t fit him anyway, he’s too big.” Kelly smeared the crumbs of her dessert on her dish so it looked like she had eaten more, and glared at her father who glared back at