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!”

Colin finally conceded

heal faster.” *Phoebe.” Colin looked like he was cooking

a ghost she couldn’t

in an instant. How could I forget that Dexter’s

my wound is killing me. Could

or even see Dexter;

at his bandage to show me, “Phoebe, I got seven

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wanted him to shut up, so I steeled myself and leaned in toward

his hand wasn’t hurting anymore as he pulled me into a kiss. I knew he was up to no

door, Dexter stiffened, his eyes darkening

the tension in the room dropped to freezing levels.

I straightened up quickly to see a

Fitzgerald, you’re up and about

there.”

with such serious injuries, why was Colin still

flustered. “Can we talk?”

I refused

he knew me too well and went for what he thought would work best- a threat. “I’m sorry, Foebe: your grandma’s taken ill. She’s been rushed to emergency care. I couldn’t

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