Page 60 of Crowned for His Son

‘Enough of this! You have just got your memory back. We will fight, if you insist, but not until you’re in a better position to throw your verbal punches.’

‘You’re unbelievable—you know that?’ she breathed as he swung her up into his arms and returned her to his bed.

The memory of what they’d done there so gloriously unspooled like the most vibrant spectacle through her mind. She struggled to bite back a moan when he pulled covers that smelled likethemaround her.

‘I want to return to my own bed.’

That regal nostrils flared, betraying the fact that he wasn’t as unaffected as he projected. She didn’t care. Didn’t want to let it anywhere near her wounded heart.

‘Again, not until we do what’s necessary,’ he clipped out, one eyebrow raised in exasperating challenge.

‘Fine. Let’s get on with it, then.’

He stepped back, exposing every sculpted bronze inch of himself in unashamed nudity. The fact that it took three seconds too long to drag her gaze from him sent waves of heat to her face, and she exhaled in thanks when she was saved by the literal bell at the door.

Despite having been woken in the middle on the night, the doctor was impeccably dressed, and unflappable as he gently but firmly went through the file Dr Ramsey had transferred to him before standing up.

‘I’d like to perform a more thorough examination in the morning, Your Majesty. But for now everything seems fine besides the headaches. Those are to be expected.’

His gaze darted to Azar, who stood narrow-eyed, his hands on his hips, thankfully having thrown on a pair of lounge bottoms.

‘As long as you don’t overstress yourself you in the short term.’

‘Are you saying I can’t make love to my wife, Doctor?’ Azar demanded brazenly.

‘Azar!’

She couldn’t, of course, blurt out that she had no intention of letting him anywhere near her now she’d recalled his true feelings for her. Until she decided how best to protect herself and Max, she still had to maintain this ruse of being a happy family.

‘Well?’ Azar pressed, completely ignoring her sidelong glare telling him to shut up.

The middle-aged doctor, no doubt used to the eccentricities of royals, barely reacted. ‘I wouldn’t want to impose a pause on the physical if you don’t wish it, Your Majesties, but I strongly recommend you…moderate yourselves.’

She slapped her palms over her burning face, caught between fury at Azar and hysteria at this absurd conversation. ‘Oh, my God…’

Could this night get any worse?

She started to shake her head, thought better of it, and dropped her hands. ‘Thank you for the advice, Doctor. And I’m sorry to have bothered you at this time of night.’

‘Not at all. It’s my privilege to be of service to you, Your Majesty. And I’m glad that you’re on the road to full recovery.’

Azar’s brows clamped at the doctor’s twitch of a smile. He remained grimly watchful as he handed her pills to ease her headache and then, with a shallow bow, wished them goodnight and left.

‘You!’

That infernal sexy eyebrow arched.‘Sí?’

‘You have a nerve…assuming I’ll let you anywhere near me!’

His face tightened. ‘Let’s not close the door quite yet on what works best for us,cara.’

Gritting her teeth, she flung off the covers, thankful when she felt sturdier on standing. Her head was still pounding, but she knew it would grow worse if she stayed there.

‘What works foryou, you mean. I’m only good for one thing. Isn’t that what you said in Arizona?’

His lips firmed, and the skin bracketing his mouth paled a little while the tops of his ears reddened. On anyone else it might have looked like self-flagellation, or even unease. But he was masterful at controlling his feelings, and it was gone a moment later.

‘Get back into bed,’ he said, with unexpected gentleness.

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