It was a good question. While he understood her reasoning, he didn’t like her going behind his back. “I’m not sure, and I don’t want to deal with it right now.” He didn’t push her hand away, enjoying this sweet and adorable side of her, even though they had a difficult discussion coming when he regained his strength.

“Fine.” She kept her hand over his heart and stopped moving. “I’ll wait a while and then get you a new ice pack.”

He planted his hand over hers, feeling his steady heartbeat through both. “You go to sleep.” He’d never had anybody indulge him like this, and it was oddly appealing.

“I’m going to take care of you, Wolfe.” Her minty breath brushed his jaw.

“That’s my job.” The woman kept getting their roles mixed up. “I take care of you. Remember?”

She kissed his neck. “We take care of each other.”

“I don’t get you.” He shut his eyelids, letting his body slowly relax. If there was any trouble, Roscoe would awaken him.

“Nobody has ever fussed over you?” Her voice was soft and sleepy, but she seemed determined to chat.

He thought back through the years. “Not really. Grams was a good woman, but frail by the time she took us in, so we looked out for her. My sister was just a kid when we lost her, but she was always sweet to me.” He’d do anything to bring her back, but that wasn’t going to happen. “Then I was in the service, and there’s not much coddling there.”

Dana rubbed her cheek against his collarbone, her skin feeling like silk. “What about women? You’ve dated, I’m sure.”

“Sure.” He’d always liked women and sex, and he’d had a girlfriend or two through the years. “My job always got in the way, and they usually moved on. I understood.” Wait. Was this the talking about old relationships part of dating? He’d never really gotten into that part, but he’d give it a shot. “What about you?”

“I’ve dated but never really gotten serious. Most people are kind of boring, and my job has also taken me away a lot.” She nipped his earlobe. “You are not boring.”

“I appreciate that.” He paused, almost asking if Mike had called again, but then remembered that he’d destroyed her phone. The crime scene filtered through his mind, and he held Dana closer, remembering the dead woman on the bed. “At some point in the near future, you’re gonna have to let me take care of you.” He turned his head, ignoring the pain that flared inside his brain, and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“That’s what you’re doing.”