Sam strode over to the window and pulled back the shades. “How’d you sleep?”Cody closed his eyes against the bright sunlight streaming into the room. “Is it that time already?”“Seven a.m.”He could feel her standing over the bed, glowering down at him. He didn’t even need to open his eyes to figure that out.A glower was pretty much her default expression around him.“So how are you feeling?” She didn’t wait for an answer, but reached down and held his wrist. Her fingers on his pulse point were cool and soft, which didn’t help keep his heart rate normal.Plus, she smelled so damn good.“About the same.” It wasn’t true, of course, but he hoped she wouldn’t be able to tell. He cracked one eye open. Her eyes were, if anything, even more narrowed.She was a trained professional. Of course she’d know he was lying. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad is the pain?”“Six and a half,” he said.She paused a beat. “Nice try.”“Maybe a seven,” he acknowledged.“Cody, you had a bull land on you yesterday, and you’re refusing all pain meds.
