Christmas Wish Come True. Jaimie Admans

      “Really, I’m all right. It’s just a slight sprain. I’ll be good as new in a few days.”

      “Thank goodness it wasn’t worse,” Emily agreed. “You need rest. Drink your tea while I run a warm bath for you.”

      She exited the room again and Jordan spoke for the first time since he and Isabella had left the ER.

      “I’m sorry,” he said, surprising her.

      “For what?”

      Jordan shoved his fingers through his dark hair. “For laying a guilt trip on you, asking you to stay here until Christmas,” he said.

      “Don’t apologize, Jordan,” she insisted. “I want to be here – for Tyler.”

      His eyes pierced hers. “I shouldn’t have asked you to help me with my nephew.”

      Emily returned and shuffled Isabella to her bath before she could respond to Jordan’s statement. As she soaked in the huge bathtub just across from Jordan’s bedroom, she played his words again in her head. What had brought this on? she wondered. She fell and suffered a minor injury. She felt like an idiot, so why was Jordan apologizing to her?

      Then she remembered.

      She was upset over his insistence that she see a doctor, and she inferred that he was responsible for her injury. If only he knew what she’d really meant. A smile lifted the corners of her mouth. Yes, Jordan was responsible for her tripping on that stupid log. But not in the way he thought.

      She looked around, noting that Emily had placed a towel and her robe on a chair just a few feet away. She absently tried to push herself to a standing position, then cried out in pain as her wrist gave out on her. She heard the door opening and looked up, meeting Jordan’s stare. She watched his concern turn to relief, then fire. His gaze traveled down, lingering on her breasts – bare, except for the bubbles clinging to them. Her skin sparked with electricity, and she made no attempt to cover herself.

      As Jordan dragged his eyes back to her face, Isabella smiled faintly. “Are you going to help me out, or not?”