Her breath stuttered inside her chest. “Good morning.”
She wasn’t sure what to do next. Should she try to get up? Stay where she was?
He was probably waiting for her to make the first move, so he didn’t come off as an insensitive jerk.
Turning to his side, Jason reached up, his fingers feathering across her forehead to move a few strands of hair from her eyes. “You’re so beautiful.”
Oh, my.
In an attempt to keep things light, she teased, “I think your eyesight is diminished first thing in the morning. You might want to see a doctor about that.”
Humor had his face lifting into a real, honest to goodness smile. The first one she’d seen him wear in...forever.
“You’ve got jokes, Doc. And even before caffeine. That’s impressive.”
With a chuckle, Sophie started to shift onto her side to face him directly, but winced when the wound on her arm rubbed against the mattress.
“Careful.” Jason frowned. “How badly does it hurt? Do you need another pain pill?”
She wasn’t a fan of narcotic meds. They’d always knocked her for a loop, and Sophie hated not being in control of her faculties.
“Maybe just some ibuprofen.” She yawned a huge, embarrassingly large yawn. “And Coffee. Definitely coffee.”
“I’ll go make us some.”
“You don’t have to wait on me hand and foot while I’m here, you know.”
Cupping her face, his thumb brushed back and forth against her cheek as he told her, “I like taking care of you.”
Okay, who is this man and what has he done with the hard-nosed Homeland agent I know?
Not that she was complaining. Sophie could totally get used to this softer, sweeter version.
“I should check in with the hospital.” She sat up and leaned against the headboard. “Let Dr. Nichols know I’m still alive and kicking.”
A thought struck just then. One that had Sophie cursing under her breath.
“What’s wrong?”
“My phone. My purse, my keys...they’re all at my house.”
Jason pointed to the nightstand behind her. “You can use my phone. As for your other things, we need to go by your house today, anyway. Tell you what, why don’t you make your phone call and get dressed, and we’ll head over there after breakfast?”
“Breakfast?” Sophie’s brows arched high. “You cook?”
“I can hold my own in the kitchen.”
“Good to know.”
Throwing off the covers, she swung her legs over the edge of the mattress and stood. It took her half a second to remember she was dressed in her panties and Jason’s gray t-shirt.
Thankfully, the hem fell halfway to her knees.
She turned to ask him if she could use his shower, but the question was caught in her throat when she saw the expression on his face.
It was all primal heat and male arousal. And it was all because of her.
Clearing her throat, Sophie choked out, “Do you mind if I use your shower?”