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The police arrived and apprehended the man.

“The fucker is high,” said the man with the purple shorts who had helped us.

Two EMTs examined and released us.

“You have a cut on your ankle!” Vanessa exclaimed in concern. She crouched on the ground to examine the minor cut I didn’t even feel.

She huffed, looking toward the ambulance where the madman was restrained. We could still hear him shouting nonsense.

I’d gotten his identity from the EMT and had already passed it along to my team. Who was he? Why did he attack Vanessa? Was this a random event?

“Come on.” She offered her hand for support. “Lean on me. I’ll drive back to the house.”

I slung an arm around her as she assisted me back to the car. Though my cut didn’t affect my walk, I took advantage of the opportunity to let my fiancée take care of me.

“Does it hurt?” she asked when I settled into the car.

“Not really.”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to pretend to be all macho if it hurts.” She pulled the Land Rover into the street and headed to our private oasis, which wasn’t far from the shopping area. “Everyone gets hurt, and it’s okay to say so. You won’t embarrass yourself.”

I supposed it would be inconsiderate of me not to comply with my concerned fiancée. It wasn’t my fault she wanted to hear me moan in pain, even though I wasn’t experiencing any.

“I can massage your ankle with the hot and cold ointment. Where’s the closest drugstore?” she asked.

“The medicine cabinet at home is fully stocked. There should be some in there.”

Vanessa pulled into the driveway, got out, and rounded the hood to open the door for me, offering her hand to assist me.

I’d never received this kind of attention from any woman I’d dated. I could get used to it. Once inside, she helped me into theliving room. I pretended my leg gave out and fell onto the couch, dragging her with me.

“Oh, my gosh! Are you all right?” She pushed herself up, sitting on my lap.

“I’m fine.” I held her in place when she wanted to get off. “Don’t move. I need a moment to breathe.”

“Does it hurt if I move?”

No.“A little.”

She flicked me an inquisitive look. “Are you misbehaving?”

“I wanted to know what my fiancée would feel like sitting on my lap. This was the perfect opportunity.”

Vanessa narrowed her eyes. “You got hurt because of me. So I’m going to be nice to you and sit here for a bit. Then I’m going to head back out to the car to retrieve your cane.” She shifted and straddled me. “Is this better, Whistler?”

“A lot better.” I gripped her hips with my hands. My cock grew, and she gasped, looking at me. “You do this to me all the time.”

Her eyes darkened. “All the time?”

“Every time I think of you.”

“Really?” She moved her hips back and forth, driving me crazy.

“Don’t stop.” My hands lowered her buttocks. “I’ve forgotten all about the pain.”

“Will you be okay for the wedding ceremony?” She gyrated her hips.

I gathered every ounce of control so I didn’t burst. “Nothing will stop me from marrying you tomorrow.” I jerked my chin to the beach beyond the sliding door. “It’s going to be out there.”