Fury reached out to clasp Ellie’s hand. “Only you. Now, can I have another sandwich? I’m hungry still.” He fought back frustration. “My meal was interrupted.”
A smile touched Ellie’s lips. She dropped the folded sweatpants over his sheet-covered lap. “Since we’re not alone, put those on.” Ellie faced the nurse. “You follow me. I’ll show you to the guestroom while Fury gets dressed.” She shot Tiger a dirty look. “You…stop grinning. It’s not funny. Can you stick around for a minute and make sure he doesn’t fall over when he puts those on?”
“Sure thing.” Tiger chuckled. “This is definitely not a boring assignment.”
“Bite me,” Ellie muttered as she passed him.
“That’s my job,” Fury called out, laughing. Tiger laughed with him.
* * * * *
Ellie wanted to murder Belinda Thomas. She unclenched her hands and tried to take deep breaths but it didn’t help. She counted to ten slowly.
The nurse was with Fury again. The woman currently sported a pair of cut-off jeans that should have gotten her arrested for indecent exposure and had topped off her bad fashion choice with a bra-like top. With her tan, flat stomach revealed, she bent over in front of Fury while pretending to vacuum the already clean floor. Fury’s gaze seemed riveted on the inches of bare butt the woman flaunted.
“Fury?”
His attention instantly shifted to Ellie and he smiled. “Hi.”
Belinda jerked with surprise, shot Ellie an unfriendly frown as she straightened and turned off the vacuum. “You’re home from work early today.” It sounded close to an accusation.
Ellie nodded. “Is that the new nursing outfit? Someone should talk to your boss.”
Anger flashed in the nurse’s eyes. “It’s hot. I’m not required to wear a nursing outfit while doing home care.”
“Well, you should be. I vacuumed this floor yesterday. You didn’t need to do it again.”
Dark eyebrows arched. “Maybe you should learn how to vacuum better,” the woman replied snottily. “I do a lot of things really well. I guess I’m just better at these kinds of things than you are.” The nurse winked at Fury.
Ellie took a step toward her. “You little”
“Ellie!” Fury’s voice rose. “Come here. I missed you.”
Ellie walked to Fury instead of decking the bitchy nurse the way she wanted to. Her anger remained as she sat on the bed. Fury had the nerve to look amused and that made her madder. He seemed to enjoy her jealousy and she felt green with it. Belinda Thomas had been flirting outrageously with him for days.
“I’m going to go heat up some oil,” Belinda called out. “I need to rub your shoulder. It will get stiff if I don’t.” She walked out of the bedroom carrying the vacuum.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Fury urged softly.
“I just walked into our bedroom to catch you staring at her ass,” Ellie ground out. “And if she touches you with hot oil, I swear to God I’m moving out, Fury.”
His amusement vanished instantly. “I am not attracted to her, Ellie. I’ve been looking at her ass but it is because her skin is weird. Your ass doesn’t look that way.”
“Weird?” Ellie tried hard not to blow up.
“She has folds of skin lining the bottom of her ass and there are dents. Your ass is full and smooth. I love your ass.”
“You’re staring at her ass because she has cellulite?”
“I’ve got nothing else to do. She took my remote and stated that television was bad for my recovery. I wanted to make her give it back but Tiger said I’m not allowed to torture its location from her to find out where she hid it.”
Ellie stared at him. “I can’t live like this. She’s flirting with you. Maybe you don’t know it but she is. She’s driving me crazy. I’m a nurse. I can take care of you and I don’t care if you promised Justice he could send one here for you.”
“You’re jealous.”
“Yes, damn it. I am.”
Fury grinned. “I love you too. Don’t feel that way. You’re the only one I want. Don’t let her get to you. I know she is flirting. She can do that all she wants to but it doesn’t matter. I feel nothing for her.” He pulled Ellie into his lap.
“You’re the one I’m hard for. Feel that? All for you. Only for you.”
“Time for that shoulder massage,” Belinda called out.
Ellie closed her eyes. Fury pulled her tighter into his arms until her head rested on his good shoulder.
“Go away,” Fury growled at Belinda. “Ellie will massage me.”
“Now, Fury,” Belinda huffed. “I’m a professional. You should tell your little friend there to go do something while I tend to that shoulder.”
Ellie tensed. Fury snarled, obviously enraged.
“Ellie is not my little friend. She’s going to be my wife. Never talk about her as if she matters so little when she is everything to me. I also told you not to call me by my name. It is Mr. Fury to you. I ordered you to get out and damn it,” he roared, “get out!”
