Page 23 of Love in Mission City: The Shorts

Yep, I did.Aside from the red color of his skin, he was still damn sexy.I didn’t mind a bit of sweat.Especially after sexual exertions.

“Not thirsty.”He mumbled the words and tried to bat away the water.

A bit spilled onto his shirt.

I growled.

Spike cracked an eye.He took the water bottle.Or tried to.

Guiding the bottle, I held on as Spike drank.Greedily.

“Hey, slow down.”I pulled the water back.

This time, Spike growled.

“Relax.Slow sips.”I placed the back of my hand on the man’s forehead.Way too hot.“We need to get you into a cold shower.”

“Will you fuck me in the shower?I have this fantasy…” His words trailed off as his eyes slid shut.

Should I call an ambulance?Or drive him to the hospital?

Calm down.

I knew enough about first aid to get us through this situation.Didn’t I?I yanked out my phone and texted Sunshine, asking for help.

Thirty seconds later, the front door to the shop opened.

God, I truly loved the woman.

She stepped into the back room.“He doesn’t look so good.”

“Do you think he needs to go to the hospital?”

“Am fine.No hospitals.”Spike’s voice was stronger.

“I’d say start by cooling him down.”

“That’s the plan.”I glanced around the room.“Can you put a sign on the door and lock up?I think if you leave through the back door, you won’t need keys.”

She gave a brief salute.“All taken care of, boss.Get your man upstairs.”She eyed Spike again.“And if he doesn’t improve, then yeah, call to get advice.Like if he gets confused, loses consciousness, or can’t drink water.Who’s your doctor?”

“Owen McCauley.”I answered her question.

“You’re golden.”She made a shooing motion.

I needed no further encouragement.Between the two of us, we managed to get Spike on his feet.I led him around to the stairs up to his apartment.We made it up without too much trouble, and I was fishing in his pocket for his keys when he opened the door.

“You didn’t lock your door?”

“Wanted to be able to drag you up for a quickie.”

I looked at him incredulously.

“Gotcha.”The corners of his mouth turned upward.“I was in a hurry this morning, and wasn’t planning to leave the property.I figured I’d hear anyone moving around up here.”

“With the racket of your shop and the bikes?Not likely.”

“Motorcycles.”He corrected me.“And I have to find a Kendra for Harley.”He scrunched his forehead.“No, a Harley for Kendra.Not for Noel, though.Uptight prick believes motorcycles are dangerous.”

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