Drake Sisters 04 - Dangerous Tides

look nice?"

    "Well, of course it's a plus, Libby, but I didn't fall for your looks." He frowned. "Well, okay, if we're being honest, I noticed your smile. And your mouth. You've got a killer mouth. And your eyes are really pretty." He started through the parking garage toward the hospital.

    "So you do think about my looks," Libby pointed out.

    "Not the way you do. And I love your hair, frizzy or not. It's so damn soft and smells good all the time."
    His fingers disappeared into the mass of silky strands. "I spent half the night just inhaling the scent of your hair."

    "Ty." She stopped and faced him, her arms circling his waist. "Did you read a book on what to say to women? Because when you want to be, you're incredibly romantic."

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    "And I'm incredibly good in bed." He bent to brush a kiss across the tip of her nose. "I want you to remember that."

    "I remember." She let her arms drop and took his hand so she could walk with him to the hospital entrance. "How many books did you read?"

    He shrugged. "All of them."

    Libby burst out laughing. "You nut."

    "They paid off," he said smugly.

    Libby was still laughing when they entered Jonas's room. The sheriff had finally been moved from ICU.
    Hannah rose immediately to hug Libby, clinging a little to her.

    "Thank you for last night," she greeted in a whisper, glancing toward the bed. "He's been in a really bad mood."

    "Stop whispering," Jonas snapped. "I'm not a child."

    "I wouldn't have known from the way you were acting," Hannah said. "Libby's come all this way to see you. The least you could do was to be civil."

    "Great. Stay across the room, Libby. I'm not having you touch me."

    Libby studied the haggard face. She'd never seen Jonas look so pale, his face carved of stone, the angles and planes sharp, the lines of suffering etched deep. She blew him a kiss. "I love you, too, grumpy." She picked up the chart strapped to the back of his bed and began reading through the information.

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    "You're not my doctor."

    "Jonas, stop it," Hannah ordered. "I mean it. You don't have to be so nasty all the time."

    "No one asked you to stay, baby doll. In fact, it's damned difficult having you in the room watching me as if I were a little baby every minute."

    Hannah shook her head and reached for her purse. "He's all yours, Libby. I'm going home." She turned her back on Jonas and walked out, her head high, but Libby caught the sheen of tears in her eyes.

    "Did that make you feel better, Jonas?" Libby asked. "You're such an ass, even when you're hurt."

    He sighed. "Especially when I'm hurt. She didn't have to run like a rabbit. I keep expecting her to hit me over the head when I'm mean, but she never does."

    "In case no one has explained it to you, you nearly died. Hannah's been sitting with you night and day since it happened. And if she hadn't, you'd be dead. Didn't your doctor tell you it was a miracle you lived? Because if he didn't, he should have."

    "I know. I detest her sitting there fading away while she gives me her energy. You think I can't see her getting weaker while I'm getting stronger? I feel helpless laying here like some impotent lump while she waits on me hand and foot all the while giving me her strength." He slammed both fists into the mattress.
    "I have to get out of here, Libby, or I'll go crazy."

    "Well, Jonas," she said, seating herself on the edge of the bed, "I think you just prolonged your stay by several days, maybe weeks. Without Hannah, your recovery will be normal and with being shot four times, it won't be easy. And when you're actually out of here, you'll have physical therapy to do. So just so you know, you might want to eat a little crow and ask Hannah to come back."

    "You're supposed to be a doctor, Libby. Your bedside manner stinks."

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    "Yes, well, your manners have always stunk so I guess that makes us even. I've got a bit of a problem and I thought I'd run it by you."

    "Thank God. Something besides did I pee today. You've got to get me the hell out of here, Libby."

    "You already said that. Pay attention. Someone is trying to kill me. Or maybe Ty. Or both of us." She related every incident, starting with Tyson's accident during the rescue, pointing out the harness was gone and ending with the