Chapter 229

Colin looked at me with his best impression of an innocent puppy, “Phoebe, my hand hurts.”

He had cunningly convinced the nurse to put an IV in his less–injured hand and then played the pain card with me.

Was I really supposed to wait on him hand and foot? To the point of unzipping his jeans? Suddenly, Finn’s words echoed in my mind. “Keep acting; nobody does it better than you.” Colin’s eyes were rimmed with red. “Phoebe, you’re my wife.”

“Enough!” I steeled my heart. After all, he was injured saving me, and the doctor’s orders were bed rest, so wait on him I must.

I grabbed the supplies the nurse sent us. Blushing furiously, I pulled the privacy curtain around us and reached out. “You can manage on your-

“My hand hurts.”

I gritted my teeth and threatened. “Caleb, don’t push it.”

He looked at me, the picture of innocence. I felt like a pufferfish, all puffed up with indignation as I helped him…

Then I heard he say, “Phoebe, I don’t need to pee anymore.”

Could I strangle him?

“Phoebe, you’re too rough; you’ve scared it.”

“Caleb!”

education, Colin finally conceded with the air

snorted and sat beside him, spoon–feeding him soup. “Drink up; it’ll help you heal faster.” *Phoebe.” Colin looked like he was cooking up some mischief

looming like a ghost

How could I forget that Dexter’s room

Could you give me

didn’t turn around or even see Dexter; I

his bandage to show me, “Phoebe, I

08:07

up, so I

pulled me into a kiss. I knew he was up

the door, Dexter stiffened, his eyes darkening as

room dropped to freezing levels. He was

presence, I straightened up quickly to see a

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you’re up and

there.”

injuries, why was Colin still bedridden over a few cuts?

a bit flustered. “Can

I refused flat

Dexter didn’t give up: he knew me too well and went for what he thought would work best- a threat. “I’m sorry, Foebe: your grandma’s taken

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