Cole Sinclair meticulously re-bandaged her wrist, then passionately kissed the woman with the charming smile.
The kiss left Riley Perry breathless, forcing her to push hard against the man's chest. Cole Sinclair reluctantly released her. Her eyes were teary, her cheeks flushed, and her chest heaved as she gasped for air. The sight of the rosy blush on her pale skin was dazzling, and he almost dove in for another kiss.
Riley Perry huffed coquettishly, pulling her rumpled clothes closed. "Behave yourself. We're in a hospital."
"Then let's go to a hotel," Cole Sinclair's voice grew husky as he reached out to fasten her buttons.
Riley Perry wasn't having it. She bristled, glaring as she jabbed a finger into Cole Sinclair's chest. "What's that supposed to mean?" she demanded, poking him with every word. "I'm still sick, and all you can think about is *that*. You really don't care about me at all, do you? What do you take me for?"
