Chapter 104

“You’re still wearing your boots, heathen,” he teased.

Snorting, Mal sank back into the sofa. “Smart-ass. Those I can get myself.” But he cringed as soon as he bent over, putting too much pressure where his middle was bruised from when Danny had crushed him. He hissed and sat back up.

“I got ‘em,” Danny said.

What brave new world had Mal built for himself that his enemy was welcome in his home and willing to get on his knees to remove his boots for him? Danny even brought them to the rug to continue the ongoing joke. Then he returned and urged Mal to his feet.

Slowly, Danny found the zipper at the back of Mal’s sleeveless, high-collared bodysuit, and drew it down, peeling the fabric from his skin. He helped Mal into the sleep pants and shirt, which Mal would have protested with anyone else and demanded to do it himself.