Sighing, Knox resigns himself to wearing the brace. “Fine, whatever.” His brother goes to town showing me how it works, and I can’t help but notice the way Knox flinches when my fingers graze his skin as I follow Cohen’s movements.

“Normally with a brace like this he’d be able to put it on himself, but with his broken arm, he obviously can’t make it work. Here, let me take it off. I want to watch you do it just to make sure you’re comfortable with it.”

Dad’s made sure that I’ve taken numerous first aid classes, but I’ve always had an issue with pain that I don’t think I’ll ever get used to, so I’m extremely nervous to put this brace on him. When Drew used to ask me to dig out an ingrown hair with his tweezers, I could barely get my fingers to stop shaking in order to do it. There’s something about knowing I’m potentially inflicting pain on someone else that makes me cringe. When I take the brace out of Cohen’s hands, I have to tell myself to calm down. As I move towards him, Knox stands there stoical, watching my movements. Standing right in front of him, I’m unnerved by this close proximity and the task at hand. Closing my eyes, I shake my head, telling myself that I’m being ridiculous and there’s no way I’m going to hurt him more than he already is.

Before I can mentally pump myself up, I feel his hot breath graze my ear. “Any day now, sweetheart.”

My eyes open just in time to catch him straightening back up, amusement on his face. The cocky grin that spreads on his face as his lips twitch makes me want to both smack him and use my own to wipe that smirk away. Involuntarily, I lick my lips, and I notice his smile falter slightly.

“What’s the matter, Charlie? I promise, I won’t bite…unless you’re into that sort of thing.” He pauses, and I can feel my skin blush as his eyes wander down my body and then back up again where they rest on my lips. “Because if so, then I most certainly will.”

“Whether you bite or not is none of my concern, and as far as what I’m into… That’s none of your business,” I say a little too quickly, causing him to chuckle.

His eyes are hooded when he looks at me for a moment before responding. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You don’t have to tell me your deep, dark secrets today. We have plenty of time for that. But I won’t forget that you didn’t say no.” He winks, stepping back from me as if he’s forcing me to come to him. I’m not some plaything he can mess with, and I won’t fall for his quick charm. Instead, I just cross my arms and stare at him. A worthy adversary, he stands unmoving as if he could play this game all day.

A laugh that’s masked in a fake cough finally interrupts our stare down. “Dude, Knox, can you cool it on the flirting? I don’t need you scaring her away on her first day. Work your game some other time.”

Knox’s gaze leaves mine to look at his brother and he rolls his eyes. “Trust me, little brother, that wasn’t even close to my game. And don’t you worry, I won’t do anything to scare the little lady away,” he says, as if flirting with me would be the worst thing in the world.

Giving him a dirty look, I close the gap between us as I wrap my arms around him. I secure the brace against his body, and his breath catches when it accidentally pinches the skin underneath my shaky hands.

“Umm, are you sure you don’t want to put a shirt on? Won’t this irritate your skin?” I look up at him, our faces only a few inches apart.

His green eyes look down into mine and he shakes his head. “What’s wrong? Does the sight of my bare skin make you nervous?” he asks, nodding towards my shaking fingers as they move around to the front of the brace.

Steeling my nerves, I force my hands to still and shake my head. “God, could you be any more arrogant? Sorry I’m worried about pinching your damn skin when I try to put this thing on you,” I respond, exasperated at his cockiness and the fact that he can read me so easily—not that I’ll ever admit that I want nothing more than to run my fingers over his smooth chest.

“If you say so, sweetheart. It gets too fucking hot with a shirt and that brace. I’ll be fine. I just have to rub lotion on it at the end of the night and it doesn’t irritate me too much.”

I can feel my nose wrinkle, wondering how on earth he puts lotion on his back with only one good arm. He must catch my reaction because I feel him chuckle under my hands, and I can’t help but notice the way his abs ripple before he inhales sharply. I’m guessing that he’s got an injury to his ribs if laughter causes him pain. I don’t remember seeing that on his paperwork, so I make a mental note to sit down and go through it all with him later.

I set to work on fastening the brace around his abdomen the same way Cohen showed me how and pretend that the closeness to him isn’t making my mind fuzzy. I can feel his eyes on me the entire time I’m working the straps, and I’m trying not to fumble under his gaze. I’ve never felt such an instant attraction to a man, especially one who seems like he wants nothing to do with me one second and then is flashing me a sexy grin in the next. Sighing, I finish up, and Cohen inspects it.

“Nice job, Charlotte. I think you’ll do just fine. Like he said, he uses lotion so his skin doesn’t chafe. I usually put it on for him before bed, but I’m not sure how late you’ll be sticking around. You can always do it right before you leave if that sort of thing doesn’t bother you.” He pauses to look at me, and I nod my head, indicating that I have no problem with this part of the job. “Technically, he’s not supposed to shower, but if you can cover his arm, he can shuffle into it. I don’t know the scope of your volunteer work, but getting dressed can be a problem for him. I’m sure you two can figure something out. He’s got a buddy who lives a few doors down, so he might be able to help with that aspect, but he works the night shift. I’m not sure when he’s home and awake, though.”

Swallowing hard, I push the thoughts of helping Knox shower out of my mind. It’s clear that he’s not attracted to me. I’ve got to get it through my head that this is a professional relationship and nothing more. If I have to help a wounded soldier get dressed because he can’t do it himself, I’m sure I can do so without seeing anything. Keep telling yourself that, Charlie. I can already tell that this is going to go beyond anything I’ve ever done in a volunteer setting, and surprisingly I’m okay with it. Taking a look at Knox as he silently watches our conversation, I realize that it’s not actually surprising after all.

“Umm, thanks? I’m sure we’ll figure something out. I got a short rundown of his injuries, but can you confirm them for me?”

Cohen walks over to a dresser in the corner of the room and picks up a packet of paper.

“Here are his discharge papers. Obviously, he broke his left arm, and he had to have spinal surgery, hence the cast and back brace. He broke a couple of ribs, had to have his spleen removed, and suffered some burning and bruising.”

“Jesus Christ,” I can’t help but whisper. Hell, I’d be a moody son of a bitch if I had all those injuries, too.

“Yeah, he also had some brain swelling so they placed him in a medically induced coma for a few weeks, but they claim there’s no brain damage. That remains to be seen,” Cohen says, grinning at me. “It’s been three weeks since he left the hospital, and hopefully next week he’ll get the all clear to stop wearing the brace. Make sure when you go to his appointments with him that you get your orders straight from the doctor or else Knox might lie about his progress. I don’t trust his ass to take it as easy as they tell him to.”

I start to respond, but Knox interrupts. “Excuse me, I’m right fucking here. Cohen, don’t you need to get Jace home? I can inform Charlotte—sorry, Charlie,”—his eyes narrow when he emphasizes the word Charlie—“here about everything that’s happened over the last month and a half.”