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Nikita could never get tired of Drake’s caresses. If only there’d been a chance to last night.
Along with the precautionary antibiotic and the local anesthetic—that the doctor had needed more than she did to dress her wound—he’d apparently given her a shot with enough painkiller to level a horse. She’d been staggering by the time they reached the suite, with Drake’s jacket once more draped over her shoulders to hide the bandage.
This time she was still conscious enough to remove her own dress. Though she’d need Zoe’s help to put on the t-shirt, because she couldn’t feel her own arm.
No powerful arms lifted her into the bed, but that didn’t matter. By the time she hit the pillow, she was out.
“C’mon, sleepyhead,” someone was tugging on her foot. “You don’t want to miss every port of call.”
She……
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