I’ve got to stitch that closed, or the bleeding will never stop. It might even get worse as the swelling opens the wound more, but first, I have to ...ree his leg in case the tree moves again.Thankful that Phillip had insisted that they always have the folding hatchet with them, she carefully cut the limb through that was holding his foot. She couldn’t let the break move, so as soon as she had the leg free, and using her belt, she carefully strapped his legs together to lesson the chance of that. I turn around and come face to face or face to chest with him. His 6’2 frame towering over my 5’7 frame. He leans forward trapping me against his desk. The sexual tension rolling off of him in waves. His breath fanning against my face, making the butterflies do somersaults in my stomach. My mind can’t help but wonder what he looks like underneath this shirt. Does he feel as lean as he looks? The intensity pounding around us making my breathing shallow as the anticipation grows. I lean closer. “Tell her I’m like not that.”“Well, ya know something, Daph.” Valerie sighed as her muscled glutes popped her off the desk. “I’m kinda hoping you are like that.” She walked a circle around Daphne and came to a stop just behind her.“O—okay,” Daphne eked out. Valerie was so close that the rugby star’s warmth pulsed against her skin. “Okay, you win.” Her eyes shut as she forced the nervous, creeping taste of bile back down her throat. “I’ve done things with futa, before.”Daphne’s cell buzzed. I’m just going to unpack my PJs and go have my hot bath.”“Give me a shout when you’re done, hon, so I can have a quick shower.”“Oh, you could shower in our ensuite, Jeff, then you could both come down for some soup together. I’ve popped the rolls in the oven to warm while you are up here. Any preference for soup flavours?”“You’re a mind reader, Mum, I was just telling Junior that I fancied some soup. Tomato, for me, Mum, if you have it. Oh, and you can call Jeff, Junior, if you like, I think I.