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to prove this is really happening.
    I hold his face in my hands before sliding them through his soft hair. I watch my own movements, but I can feel his eyes on mine as his own hands explore every inch of me, reconnecting, reuniting. One of the three nurses surrounding us clears her throat, and Evan holds up one hand as if to ward her off. I know they need to assess him and call the physician, probably order some tests.
    I give a gentle shove of my forehead on his chest and then return my eyes to his. “They need to check you over…” A slow, meticulous shake of his head back and forth reminds me of the incredible stubbornness of this man, but I’m also aware that I’m the only person he will listen to.
    “Evan, no,” I say sharply. He would never cross the line drawn in the sand by my attackers long ago, “no” means “no” with us. He promised after kidnapping me that he wouldn’t do anything remotely equal to what happened to me with those monsters, and even suggesting intimacy when I’m against it is absolute taboo. The look on his face nearly kills me though. I’ve never turned him away before and after seeing the twisted torment on his face right now, I never will again.
    “Please baby, let them look you over. You’ve been out for 10 days.” I tip my head forward and look up at him through my eyelashes, and he nearly melts in my arms. Circling my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck, I recognize a moment of rare vulnerability, he didn’t get what he wanted, but he did it for me.
    I give him a quick squeeze and move to climb out of the bed, but he pulls me back for just one more reassuring embrace. This is so hard, I know it’s for his own good, though. There’s no sense going through all we have and then blowing it by taking things too fast.
    I receive three of the dirtiest looks when I turn to face the nurses who came rushing to Evan’s bedside, five minutes ago . They are not a happy little tribe. Their faces are wiped clear of all negativity suddenly, and I turn to see Evan has his don’t fuck with us look on his face, and everything is back to business.
    One pudgy nurse turns off the ventilator and clears away the tubing that he discarded on the floor. Another, who looks much too young, in my opinion, to be a nurse to me, presses the button to take his blood pressure and listens to his lungs. The last one speaks to him in Italian, none of which makes him happy. He snaps at the woman talking to him, I have no idea what he’s said, but it totally pisses her off and she stalks from the room in a huff. I look at him from the foot of the bed my brows raised in question.
    “I told her to get all this shit out of me or I will be doing it myself.” Rolling my eyes, I place my hands on his feet.
    “You need to be nice and cooperate, Mr. Lawson.”
    “I need you, Mrs. Lawson.” Mrs. Lawson, shit, my plan, my rings, they are still in my pocket. He’s not used to seeing me with them on, but I’m sure if he’s been listening to me all this time and he knows I’ve taken them out of the bear. Maybe while they are distracting him, I can slip them back on.
    “What’s the matter?” He’s watching me with narrowed eyes. Shit, shit, shit! Damn mind reader! Well, at least this time he doesn’t know specifically what I’m thinking. The coma must have thrown him off his game.
    “It can wait until they’re done.”
    “Then they’re done,” he barks at them in Italian, I assume ordering them out of the room and bam! We’re alone, and I’m faced with the job of filling him in on my plan. I’m wishing the nurses had more to do with him or that one of them had been a little sassier refusing to go until they were done. They could have given me more time to procrastinate but no, we’ve got a trio of wusses working tonight.
    I would have set him straight if I were his nurse, well maybe not. I just fell madly in love with him instead. This conversation is gonna suck. He’s going to detest my plan,