Mission: Impossible to Protect (The Impossible Mission Romantic Suspense Series Book 6), стр. 19
Too bad for his busy little bee, her plans were for naught. With Nick in Hawaii, Lars had the final say on travel and safe houses. And with Danni in Miro’s crosshairs, Lars wasn’t letting her out of his sight.
Lars took a few deep breaths, trying to regain control. Lars couldn’t decide who he wanted to do more damage to—Danni or her surfer MD. The dipshit allowed her to make phone calls on his phone. He had been called to the safe house to assess and treat, not to become T-Mobile.
Lars was trying to rein in his frustration at Danni, reminding himself that she had been through a major trauma today. He knew part of his “over” reaction was that Danni hadn’t trusted him to take care of her. She saw him only as some sexual cowboy in hot pursuit. She didn’t believe that he could separate his burning lust for her from his job. Why couldn’t he get any credit for coming to her rescue today or saving her from the terrorist’s bullet? All he wanted was to keep her safe. Not everything he wanted, but her safety would always be the first priority. It hurt on a level he didn’t totally grasp that she hadn’t trusted him.
It was time to get rid of the doc and have a heart to heart with his wannabe FBI agent. He didn’t knock on the door but strolled into the bedroom unannounced and immediately lost his shit.
Eric had his hands wrapped around Danni’s ankle; her leg lifted high enough so Lars could see straight up her skirt to her red panties. Fiery red spots of fury clouded his vision. There was no way in hell that Eric wasn’t copping a look.
Lars’s hands fisted at his sides as he tried to gain control. Lars was going to crush the guy despite Eric being as large and buffed as he was. The difference wasn’t between their strength or body build. Eric was trained in taking care of people while Lars was trained in hurting people. And Lars planned to hurt the guy for exposing Danni. She deserved for the man to behave professionally, not like a dog in heat.
He paused when he got close. Danni wasn’t giving Dr. Eric that coy smirk that she frequently flashed at Lars whenever he was in her vicinity. Her shoulders were slumped, and her blonde tresses that he fantasized about running his hands through drooped in front of her face. He had never seen her look more miserable. What had happened to his fiery blonde? Her eyes were glassy, and intermittent tears escaped and ran down her cheek. She brushed them away with her right hand, now in a cast. And all his anger and jealousy deflated like a flat tire.
“Danni, what is it?”
“My wrist is broken.” Her forlorn, childlike voice was not like anything he had heard from the feisty woman.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He tucked the hair hanging over her eyes behind her ear, then tenderly brushed his lips over hers. “I hate seeing you in pain.”
Danni’s soft lips clung to his for the briefest moment. Her eyes locked with his. Heat and need flooded him, urging him to lift Danni off the bed and hold her in his arms. His need to be comforted by her, after watching her be almost killed, was as strong as his need to comfort her. He could’ve lost her today.
Lars pulled back when he realized that Eric had stood and was walking toward them.
“You have an amazing setup here. I’ve never been called to treat anyone before and am quite impressed with the newest technology and equipment. This could pass as an ER.”
Lars didn’t want to hear the guy talk. Or share comparisons of Richard Dean’s trauma centers at strategic places throughout the world.
“Why didn’t you give her the pain meds?” Lars gave him his best I-can-kill-you-in-less-than-ten-seconds look for making Danni suffer.
Eric looked at his watch. “I was about to give her another dose…after I got the brace on.”
Lars might not be an MD, but he had enough experience with injuries to know that you needed to stay ahead of the pain. “This woman is in pain. You could’ve stopped and given her another dose before putting on the frickin’ brace. What the hell does it matter if you finished?”
“Part of pain management is to immobilize with a brace,” Eric countered, not intimidated by Lars’s menacing stance or his raised voice.
“Don’t blame Eric. It’s not his fault. It’s mine. He asked me earlier if I wanted another dose. I hate the out-of-body feeling of pain meds, so I said no. The pain just hit me a few minutes ago.”
“I warned you.” Eric stepped around Lars to give Danni the drug. The dude showed no situational awareness for someone trained to observe people. In no way would Lars stand by and allow Eric any closer to Danni.
Lars blocked Eric before dispensing a pain pill, then providing water in Danni’s free hand. He stabilized her injured wrist on the pillows and then reapplied the ice packs that had fallen on the bed. He needed to touch her, soothe her, to make her feel better. He seethed at the sight of indomitable Danni beaten down. If Eric weren’t hanging around, Lars would kiss her tears and hold her.
“Tell me about her wrist.” Lars turned toward Eric, crossed his arms, and widened his stance.
Eric backed away as Lars moved closer to the door. Now the guy was showing some sense.
“Her X-ray demonstrates a simple radius fracture. A common injury from falling on an extended hand. I’ve put her into a cast that shouldn’t be removed for three weeks. And at that time, she should be reevaluated to decide if she’s ready to come out of it. If her pain or swelling increases over the next few days, you should contact me. I’m confident that this