Page 21 of Wolf Bound

“I can’t wait to try some,” she said and walked into Fisher’s room.

He was sitting up, smiling. “Oh, I smell Bella’s spaghetti and garlic toast.”

“Yeah. She said it was one of your favorite meals of hers.”

“It is.”

Before Kira could set up the dishes on his table, he wanted another hug from her. She was so amused, but she loved giving him a hug, though she was careful not to hurt him.

“You know if Martin hires me, we’re going to have to work together,” Fisher said.

“I think, despite me being fairly new, he might. I told him how great you are. And he might believe we would make a good team. That’s really important in the business we do.”

“I sure hope so. That would make me the happiest wolf in the world.”

She sure hoped so too. “We’ll see. We might find we have a completely different way of going about solving a mission and end up just bickering or fighting all the time.” She didn’t believe it, but they would have to work together to see.

“No way,” he said.

She laughed. Then she sat down next to his bed, and they began to eat.

But in the middle of eating their spaghetti, Heath walked into the room, surprising them. “Okay, I have good news. I’ll release you tonight if you stay with somebody.”

Fisher immediately looked at Kira. “You can stay with me at my house.”

“I trust you,” Heath said to Kira. “I know he would feel better at home. Of course it’s up to you.”

“No, that would be fine. I would love to.”

Fisher looked like he was in heaven. She smiled.

“Enjoy your dinner. I’ll have your marching orders by the time you’re done.”

“Thanks, Heath,” Fisher said.

“I need to free up the bed at the clinic in case I have a real medical emergency.” Heath winked at Kira. He left them to have dinner in peace.

“Don’t wolf down your meal just so we can leave the clinic quicker,” Kira warned Fisher.

Fisher laughed. “I don’t mean to be eating it so fast, but I love Bella’s spaghetti.” Then he crunched on a slice of garlic toast. “And I love her toast.”

“Yeah, it’s all great.”

Once they finished eating, she packed up the dishes. He was having difficulty dressing and she hurried to help him into his boxer briefs first. She was totally impressed by his hot physique.

He sat on the bed, and she put on his socks. Then she began to pull up his blue jeans and was amused to see his arousal, which meant it was harder to get his pants pulled up over it and zipped.

“You’ll have to settle down a bit so I can get you zipped up,” she teased.

“That’s not possible when you’re doing all the zipping.”

She chuckled and finally secured his pants. “You need to get your mind on something else.”

“It’s impossible.”

Then she picked up his shirt, but he said, “I could go without.”

She smiled. “It’s too cold out tonight. What if you got hypothermia while I’m supposed to be watching over you? Besides, I know you just want to show off your beautiful chest to me for longer—which, if it was summer, I would totally agree with.” She carefully pulled his shirt sleeve up his bad arm. He flinched and she hated that he was still sore, but she figured he would be for a while longer. She slipped his shirt on the rest of the way and buttoned it. Once she was done with it, she affixed his sling and then he sat down on his bed so she could put on his boots.

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