A Terrible Fall of Angels (Zaniel Havelock #1)(121)

“No, I’m not, I’m really not, but I’m going to try to be.”

“Thanks for driving me today.”

“If I was really brave, I’d drive you to the house, so you’d be there for Connery when he gets out of preschool, but I’m not there yet.”

“I understand.”

“Do you?”

“No, not really, but I understand that I just got hurt on the job and that’s one of your worst fears. Hard to take me home after that.”

“I don’t want to lose you, Zaniel.”

“You won’t lose me,” I said.

“Did you ask the doctor if there are any physical restrictions, anything you’re not supposed to do for a few days?”

“Not drive today, and not go in to work for a few more days; if I get dizzy going up stairs or doing anything to let him know, but I should be fine.”

“Did you ask about sex?”

“No, I only asked about things I’d be doing sooner,” I said. I fought to keep any hope or speculation off my face.

Reggie looked at me; it was a long look, and then she smiled and slid her hands down her body from the halter top to the tops of the boots hugging her thighs. She stared at me the entire time so she could watch my face.

“I don’t want to assume anything here,” I said.

That full, red mouth smiled like the serpent must have smiled at Eve. “I think it’s time we tried out the new bed at your apartment, don’t you?”

I didn’t trust what I’d say, so I just nodded, smiled back like an idiot, and hit the NURSE CALL button. I stood up. “I’ll go find my doctor.”

“You sit down and rest, I’ll go find the doctor,” she said.

“I feel fine,” I said.

“Rest while you can, Zaniel, because once we get to your apartment the plan is to exhaust us both.”

I sat down on the edge of the bed and let her go find the doctor, because conservation of energy suddenly sounded like a great idea.