“Lucas, this isn’t your fault. I was careless. I need you to do this because I can’t, and I don’t know how long it will take for them to send someone, seeing as we’ve got to wait for a phone call to even alert anyone that we’re in danger. You know, I think this is a highly fucked-up situation.”

“Oh, yeah, why?”

“Think about it, we could have fallen and broken our necks or something. We have no way of contacting them. Kind of reckless.”

“It takes a lot to kill us, Mabel.”

“You’re not the one with a piece of glass hanging out of your foot.”

He grabbed the piece of glass and pulled as she ranted at him. She grabbed the edge of the sink and screamed.

The shard was sharp and deep, but he got it all out.

“I got it.” He tossed the shard into the sink and inspected her foot.

“Oh, God,” Mabel said, and seconds later, she slumped. He had enough time to catch her before she collapsed and nearly broke her neck.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held on. “I’ve got you,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say.

Stroking his fingers through her hair, he moved so he could hold her properly. Rather than try to finish repairing her foot in the bathroom, he carried her to his bed. Laying her against the sheets, he smiled, fanning out her hair.

He’d been imagining her in his bed for a long time. He didn’t exactly expect the first time they were together for her to be passed out. For now, he would live with it.

After returning to the bathroom, he grabbed the first aid kit and went back to her. She was still passed out. He didn’t give himself time to enjoy the sight of her. Grabbing her foot, he got to work making sure the wound was clear of glass.

Once he was sure it was, he wrapped it in a bandage to keep it clean. There was no equipment for stitches. Their bodies healed fast, and he hoped that would happen here.

With her foot wrapped up, he checked her other foot, then her knees. There were no other scrapes or damage. Dropping a kiss to each knee, then her foot, he stared at her, and saw that she’d opened her eyes.

“I passed out, didn’t I?”

“Just a little.”

She sat up and sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to.”

She looked down at her foot. “Thank you.”

“I don’t think it’s the best you can get. I’m no nurse or doctor, but it should give you time to heal.”

He wanted to say so much more, but instead, he got to his feet. “I’ll clean up.”