“Nothing.” It took every ounce of energy he could muster to sit up and look for his clothes. If he stayed, he had no doubt they’d be going at it again in no time. He was more than a little appalled by how ferociously he wanted her—he wanted her in every way it was possible to want a woman. Would he ever get enough? Probably not and that was the problem. It hadn’t occurred to him that once he did this for the first time, he’d discover an insatiable appetite for more. He was in danger of becoming someone he barely recognized.

“Where’re you going?” she asked.

“I need to go home. I’m working tomorrow.”

“You’re still on medical leave.”

“I feel good enough to work.” He didn’t add that he was anxious to follow up on the people who used to live in Clarence Reese’s house. If he couldn’t do anything else to help Sam right now, he could do that.

Struggling into his shirt, he attempted to close a few buttons over the bulky sling that held his injured arm.

“Why don’t you just stay?” Elin asked, her voice full of petulance.

“I need clothes for the morning, and I’ve got some stuff I have to do at home.”

“Did I do something wrong again?”

“Of course not,” he said, but his protest fell flat even to him. “It was amazing.” And that, he thought, was the problem. It was just too damned good.

Freddie pushed his second leg into his jeans and tugged up the zipper. Doing things with one hand definitely sucked.

“I wish you wouldn’t go,” Elin said softly.

He glanced over and was stunned and unnerved to find her big eyes swimming with tears. Reaching for her hand, he brought it to his lips. “I had a good time tonight.”

She took back her hand and started to get up. “I’ll drive you home.”

“No need. I’ll grab a cab.”

“Oh. Okay. Whatever.”

“Elin…”

“Don’t. Don’t bother giving me the whole ‘it’s been fun, but it’s over’ speech.”

“Who said anything’s over?”

“The handwriting’s on the wall.”

“Well, it’s not my handwriting. I’m going home because I have bills I need to pay and laundry to do. On top of that, my pain pills are there, and my shoulder’s killing me.” Making sure he had her full attention, he added, “I’m not going home because you rocked my world.”

A hint of a smile graced her pretty pink mouth. “I did?”

He bit his lip and nodded. “Totally.”

“So you might want to do it again sometime?” she asked, her smile now coy.

Leaning in to kiss her, he captured her bottom lip between his teeth. “Definitely. I’ll call you.”

Her smile faded.

“What?”

“Guys always say they’ll call when they have no intention of calling.”