Page 63 of Lucky Laces
No surprise it takes me a second to actually process her final words.
And by then, she’s already reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.
“Hey, Doc,” she says into the microphone, “I need a favor.”
And nowI’mthe one who’s scowling.
Twenty-One
Diana
“Shit,”Hudson mutters, muscle in his jaw flexing, eyes deliberately avoiding what Doc is doing to his thigh.
Meanwhile, I’m riveted.
Because those big, strong legs are clad in nothing aside from a tight pair of boxer briefs.
That have ridden up.
And are lovingly cupping a part of his body I’ve now become intimately familiar with.
Just the thought of all that power and strength (and, it has to be said, girth) has me shivering?—
He hisses out a breath.
“Sorry,” Doc says, his gaze thankfully focused on what he’s doing.
And…I’m a dick.
Thinking about, well, aboutHudson’sdick while he’s in pain.
Again.
Because of me.
Again.
I here, just sweeping into his life and creating chaos—fucking up his game with my new system, calling him into my office because I was pissed at Jason when our talk could have waited so we both didn’t end up trapped there, not reacting quickly enough and getting him injured…and then reinjured because I ignored all my reservations and jumped, literally, his bones.
So yeah.I’m seriously a dick.
And a half.
He hisses again, but it’s softer this time, and when I glance back at him, his gray eyes are on mine.
Seeing far too much.
“I’ll go make something to eat,” I blurt.“Doc, you hungry?”
“Nah, Dee.I’m meeting up with some friends after we’re done here.”
More things to be guilty for.
Pulling Doc in on his day off.
Just add it to the pile already sitting heavy on my shoulders.
“Right.”I start to turn away, but a hand on mine stalls my movement.
