I blanched. “I don’t have any more glass stuck in me.”

“Forgive me for thinking you might lie to avoid the tweezers.” He cocked his head to the side, and I felt my heart trip up. “I want to see the rest of it.”

But that would mean I’d have to expose my breasts, and while he’d been all friendly with them earlier, this was different. We’d been caught up in the moment. Things had been hot, and this was about as hot as an ice storm. Not to mention he hadn’t said a thing about what had happened between us. Neither had I, but I’d lost my lady balls after the window exploded.

Kyler sighed. “You have to make everything so damn difficult.”

“No, I don’t.”

He shot me a bland look and then grabbed my hips. Giving me no other choice, he lifted me up onto the counter. “There you go.”

“Bastard,” I grumbled.

He ignored that. “Let me see your chest.”

I flushed about a thousand shades of red.

“Do I need to point out the fact that I just saw your—”

“No!” I cried out, horrified. “Don’t point that out. It doesn’t make this any easier.”

His lips twitched as if he was fighting a smile. “I promise I’m going to be totally clinical about this.”

Well, that didn’t really make me feel any better either.

He held up his hands. “How about this? I treat you like you were a cat or a dog that needs to be examined?”

“What?” I scowled. “Gee. Thanks.”

Kyler laughed then. “Come on, Syd, stop being such a girl.”

“I am a girl!”

“Trust me, I know.” Before I could decipher the huskiness of his voice, his hands shot out, gripping the edges of the fluffy towel. “Let the towel go.”

“No.” I held on tighter.

“Sydney,” he growled. “Let. It. Go.”

Seeing that he wasn’t going to let it go, because he was in full wannabe-caretaker mode, I focused on his broad shoulder as I loosened my grip on the towel. The material gapped down the front.

Instead of pulling the towel off, he investigated the little nicks that were below my breasts and in the slight valley between them. Swearing under his breath, he pulled a clean washcloth out of a drawer and ran it under the water.

Coming back to where I sat, he shook his head. “You could’ve lost an eye.”

Or a nipple, but I didn’t think adding that would be helpful.

“This is going to be a little cold. Don’t want to use up the hot water.” When I nodded, he gently wiped away the blood before taking the soaked cotton ball to the cuts.