Joan has a pretty interesting first day on the job, first she gets to ogle Trace, "he stretched, and the blanket slid off his cast. She hurried over and covered him, but not before peeking at the solid thigh above the cast and below his boxers." And second a pretty interesting conversation takes place between her and Trace:
"Do you have to...do you have a need I could help you with?"
"My...needs?" He stared at her.
"Yes. If you need help getting to the bathroom, or need help bathing, shaving..."
"Sh**. This is unreal." Trace's head fell back on the couch and he gazed up at the ceiling. "Brody!"
It's a good thing Brody and Trace are close because well these friends do a lot for each other, "Brody turned his back, leaving Trace standing on his own in front of the toilet. "I'm not going to take a pi** with her holding my hand." Trace finished and hopped on one foot to the sink. "Besides, you're going to call up the agency you hired her through and tell them we don't need her. I don't need her." And he's kind of possessive when it comes to Joan, "screw you, Dev. And, that goes for both of you. You're not putting the moves on Joan." Trace set his plate down and pointed across the room. "Bring me the damn crutches. I'll look for her myself. Knowing her, she's lost out there or ran into one of the bulls." Trace is a broken man so he sort of erm....lashes out hateful sh**, "what the hell are you doing out here? You're a nurse, go find someone who needs their a** wiped and leave me the hell alone." He leaned back on the crutches. Shocked and traumatized, she'd never, in all her life, forget the fear that'd spilled out of him and poisoned the night." But with Joan's help the boy works through his nasty sh** and becomes loving, "sh...no more talk." Trace lifted his head and reached the nightstand for a condom. "Lay down on your back."
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