The Devil of Downtown (Uptown Girls, #3)

by Joanna Shupe

“I want to check your incision.” “No more poking and prodding, cara. I am fine.” “You are not fine and I will be checking. I’m quite happy to have Rye hold you down while I do so, if necessary.” Christ. Had he admired her stubbornness before? “I’ll allow it on one condition.” One brown brow shot up and her arms crossed over her chest. “Bargaining, Jack? Really?” “If you don’t wish to check the sutures . . .” She smirked and shook her head in what he assumed was extreme exasperation. “What is your condition?” “That you get into bed with me when you’re done.” “That is not a good idea. Any sort of vigorous activity could reopen that wound.” “Not for vigorous activity. I merely want to hold you. On my good side, I swear.” Her expression softened into something affectionate and tender. His chest expanded at that look and what it might mean, the feelings it might convey. He held out his hand, desperate to feel her. “I miss touching you.” “All right.” She slipped her hand into his and squeezed. “On your good side.”