In unselfconscious masculine display, he dragged one hand through his chest hair, scratching a little, then flexed his shoulder and rotated his head.
Bonnie’s mouth went dry. In something of a rasp, she asked, "What are you doing?"
"It's a bit warm out here." He glanced down at her. "And I'm a little stiff."
So saying, he turned to head inside and Bonnie caught sight of a bruise on his ribs.
"David ." She was out of her chair in a flash, catching his arm and holding him still. "What happened to you here?"
He looked down at the darkening flesh she indicated. "Nothing serious. Just bruised myself a little when I went to check on the engine."
Wishing she could soothe him, even heal him, her fingertips grazed over his warm skin. "I'm sorry." she said softly.
His gaze stayed on her face, piercing and bright. "No problem, Bonnie. You getting hungry?"
