Chapter 67

“Quinn.” He literally purred as I reached down, spread open the back of the hospital gown, and palmed his ass.

“Mark.” And I did some purring myself as he reached past my waistband and dragged his nails over my ass.

I got him back in bed, eased a pillow beneath his injured thigh, drew the blanket up to his waist, and poured him a glass of water. Then I went to the door and let the first of his visitors— Mother—enter the room. She’d taken the opportunity to change out of her yoga clothes, and while her outfit was casual, it was still very chic. She brought up the proposition that he stay with her and Gregor in the house in Great Falls. I’d worried who would take care of him: make him chicken soup, give him his meds, and see his bandages were changed. Somehow, she talked him into staying with her.