Cautiously, Becca flung Leo's arm over her shoulder, her right arm curled around his waist as she tried to hoist him off his wheelchair and onto the bed. The keyword was tried. Normally, Becca loved and admired Leo's physique, drooled over it on countless occasions but it was times like this one that made her ask why. Why? What was the need of having all these rippling gorgeous muscles? Was it really necessary?
Luckily for her, she positioned the wheelchair just an inch away from the bed to make her efforts of moving him more efficient. That little proximity trick of hers only did so much to help the dilemma. She instantly regretted not asking one of his equally bulky bodyguards for help.
