Once again, she shot downstairs and zoomed into the garage. Ivana Bennett drove out, came back in a flash, and hurried upstairs.
She placed an ice pack, wrapped in a towel, onto his forehead, then took out a syringe and sucked in the anti-inflammatory medicine she had bought.
Roused from his stupor by her bustling around, Lucas Walker opened his eyes slightly to see Ivana staring at his rear.
The anti-inflammatory was quite strong and had to be injected into a muscle.
His gluteus maximus?
She was going to have to take off his trousers.
His outer thigh muscle?!
His thigh was injured.
Ivana's gaze shifted and she raised a hand to steady his shoulder.
"What are you doing?" Lucas asked in a low voice.
Ivana gave him a mischievous smile, "Just giving you a taste of what it's like to be injected with drugs."
With her needle landing, she unceremoniously jabbed it into his upper arm and slowly pushed the medicine in.
