Colonel Howard's arm needed a little work, but it would heal almost as good as new, so he was told. And apparently the colonel had picked up some kind of rare bacterial infection a while back that had been sapping his strength lately. It had been missed during his initial exam, but picked up while the knife wound was being treated. Once it was diagnosed, the medics were able to start Howard on antibiotics, and he'd been delighted to find out that the disease would be cured in a couple of weeks and he'd feel a lot perkier. Not that Michaels thought the colonel particularly needed that — he'd looked pretty damned perky when he'd been wrestling with the sociopathic racist bodybuilder.
So, despite a few glitches, things had turned out pretty well…
'Alex?'
He looked up. Toni, naked and gloriously beautiful, stood at the foot of the bed beaming down at him. 'Hmm?'
'You want some coffee? I can go and make you some.'
He smiled at her. 'Maybe later,' he said. 'I've got something else in mind just at this moment.'
'Oh? And what might that be?'
'Come here and I'll show you.'
She did, and then he did.
That turned out pretty well too.
And the coffee didn't get made until almost noon.
