It wasn't until Jenny left that I realized my mistake. With my abused muscles and joints now stiffening up, it was getting hard to raise my right arm above my head. Which meant changing out of my clothes was, at the very least going to be painful. At most, damn near impossible without help. I lifted my arm and hissed as my shoulder screamed at me. You would have thought with the number of aches and pains I suffered that I'd been the one in a car accident, instead of saving someone else from one.

Though from what I understand, hitting the concrete with the force I did was the equivalent of being in a car accident when it came to complexities like inertia and impact.

Lester and Bobby did keep the apartment at a rather chilly temperature. I could easily feign being cold, so as to remain in my clothes. I frowned as I stared down at myself. Only, who wears jeans to bed? And ripped ones at that? They'd never buy it.

I blew out a breath as I stared up at the ceiling. As if I hadn't humiliated myself enough in front of these two amazing men, sadly, I was going to have to do it again. I managed to get myself situated on the side of the bed, before I called out. "Um…Bobby?"

A moment later, Lester appeared in the doorway. "Bobby went upstairs to check on Stephanie."

My brow knit at his statement. "Is she okay?"

He shrugged. "I don't think it's anything serious. She apparently was complaining to Ranger about how her body was starting to hurt. Since he's more than a little overprotective of her, he called Bobby to just come up and check on her."

"I know how she feels," I muttered.

His expression quickly slid into a frown as he closed the distance between us. "Are you hurting more than you were earlier?"

"Yeah," I replied. "My muscles and joints aren't very happy with me right now. Especially in my shoulder. I can't lift my right arm and I don't know how I'm going to get changed."

He crouched in front of me. "I'll help. Where's your pajamas?"

I pointed to the now open suitcase. "The pink outfit."

He pulled out the plaid pink pajama pants and t-shirt and his frown deepened. "You'd have to lift your arms to put this shirt on."

"I know, but that's all I have," I replied.

For a moment, he appeared to consider what I said, before he put the pajamas back in the suitcase. "I have an idea. Don't move. I'll be right back."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to know what his idea was and despite the pain in my shoulder, managed to reach my suitcase and pick up my pajamas. There was no reason why we couldn't make these work.

Not even a minute later, Lester reappeared holding something black in his hand. He scowled. "I told you not to move."

I started to argue with him that I could use my pajamas, but he held up the shirt to me. It was a solid black button up dress shirt. "You can wear this," he said as he crossed to me. "It will be easy for you to get on and off and it should be long enough to hide everything you're worried about us seeing."

I reached for the shirt and my eyes widened when I came in contact with the fabric. "Lester, this is silk. I can't sleep in this."

"Why not?" he asked. "I can guarantee that it will feel amazing to sleep in and you don't have to worry about lifting your arm above your head to get it on and off."

He did have me there and it did feel really nice.

"Well…okay," I said after a moment.

"Good." Lester moved to sit next to me on the bed. "Let's start with the shirt."

He held the end of the sleeve so I could retract my arm without having to lift it over my head. We repeated the process on the other arm, then he grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head. I don't think I'd ever been so thankful in my life, for the matching baby blue t-shirt bra, and boy short panty set I'd put on that morning. My undergarments are the one luxury I allow and most of my sets are very lacy and sexy feeling. These at least covered everything important.

Lester's eyes widened as he pulled back and a slight grin tipped his lips. "I know, under the circumstances, its probably wrong of me to say this, but damn you're beautiful."

The heat of his gaze sent butterflies fluttering in my abdomen and I fought against the urge to both cover myself and reach out and grab him by the neck to kiss him. "Um…thank you…can we get your shirt on me?"

"You're gonna sleep in your bra?" he asked.

"In this situation, I think it would be for the best," I replied. "At least until I'm able to get myself dressed.

"Understood," he said, then shifted to help me put my arms through the sleeves. God, the silk felt wonderful against my skin. I watched as he began buttoning the shirt, his eyes glancing between my face and his hands. An audible swallow followed, and he slowed as he reached my breasts. "I-I think you can get it from here," he said and pulled away.

I could and I did, but I found myself desperately wanting him to finish.

Next, we moved to my jeans. Which ended up being much easier. I was able to unbutton and unzip them, stand on one leg and shimmy them down to my knees before easing back onto the bed. Thankfully, his shirt was indeed long enough to hide my panties. With deft hands, he slowly worked my jeans the rest of the way off my legs, being extremely careful of my bad ankle. Then, he helped me settled back into the bed.

I had to admit, it did feel so much better to be rid of my clothes. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, his voice lower and a bit huskier than before we started this process. It appeared that he'd been affected by our little encounter as much as I.

Just then the sound of the door opening caught our attention. "Les?" Bobby's voice carried through the apartment.

"With Sienna," Les replied.

A moment later Bobby appeared in the doorway. "Everything all right?"

I nodded even as Lester began explaining to him my complaint about my muscles and my shoulder.

Bobby glanced from him to me. "I have a feeling you and Steph are going to keep me busy the next few days."

After giving me a stim treatment and a massage to my neck and shoulder, Bobby sent me back to bed to rest. I didn't sleep much the first night. Though, my lack of zzz's had more to do with the pain I was still in and less about the unfamiliar surroundings.

Being inside a secure building, with two security specialists in the same apartment made me feel safe and well protected. I'd asked Bobby about taking some pain medicine, so maybe I could get some sleep. His answer was ice packs and only Tylenol for the first twenty-four hours. Unfortunately, neither did much to provide me any relief.

During the day on Sunday, Bobby and Lester stayed in the apartment with me. After breakfast, I tried to lay back down to rest, but everything still hurt, and the Tylenol really wasn't cutting it.

In an effort to try and distract myself from my aches and pains, I crutched my way into the living room where Bobby was sitting on the couch folding laundry. "Can I help?"

He looked up and frowned. "You are supposed to be resting."

I stopped next to the couch and worked to balance on the crutches. "I hurt too much to sleep, and I'm bored out of my mind."

He motioned to the couch. "Sit and we'll prop your ankle on the coffee table."

I did as he indicated. Out of nowhere Lester seemed to vaporize with an ice pack. "Here. Put this on your ankle. It will help with the pain." He placed the ice pack on my ankle, then shocked me when he turned and picked up a rag and what appeared to be a can of dusting spray.

Once I was settled, I looked between them. "I was under the impression that you had a housekeeper."

Lester rolled his eyes. "I wish. Ella is Ranger's housekeeper and cook. She also cleans the rest of the building and provides meals for us when we're working."

"Our own apartments, laundry, and meals off duty are ours to manage," Bobby added.

I watched as Lester dusted the end tables. "I'm still kinda surprised. You guys are very domestic."

The smile Lester shot me was downright devastating. "Guess that blows our sexy image, huh?"

"On the contrary," I replied. "I think it makes you both even more sexy."

His brows winged up in surprise. "Really?"

I started to nod, then stopped as the pain flared, and I stifled a wince. I have to stop doing that. "There's something truly badass about a man who carries a weapon while also doing housework or cooking. You're not too proud to do the mundane, yet you're prepared to protect those around you at any moment."

Bobby paused, clean towel in hand and arched a brow. "Once again, you're impressing me with your unique perspective."

I shrugged and again fought a wince from the ache in my shoulder. "I'm simply stating things as I see them." I looked between them. "Since I'm going to be here for a while and you guys won't allow me to help, will you at least tell me a bit about yourselves?"

For the next several hours we talked, touching all manner of topics including a more in-depth discussion on Rangeman and their roles in the company.

Bobby told me about his life growing up in a small suburb outside of St. Louis. "You're a mid-westerner?" I asked with some shock. "What happened to your accent?"

My body warmed at the richness of his laugh. "I left it and the Midwest behind when I went into the army."

"I guess when you've spent enough time in one place you begin to take on the accents and mannerisms of that area," I said.

Bobby nodded. "It does happen."

"Why didn't you go back home when you got out of the military?"

The look on his face shifted to one of near distain. "You grew up in the Midwest, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then you know, pretty much any place outside of large urban areas, a person of my skin color is…well…seen in a different light, if you know what I mean."

I gave him a knowing look. "Unfortunately, I do."

"Well, I'd met Ranger, Lester, and Tank in Ranger school and they became like brothers to me." He glanced over my head to where Lester was leaning against the back of the couch and his look turned soft. "For some of us, it's a bit more than just brothers."

I glanced up at Lester and found the same look on his face. There was love, compassion, and trust between these two men that obviously extended past the level of mere best friends.

"Anyway," Bobby continued. "We worked together in special ops for several years, and then Ranger shared with us his idea for Rangeman. Since I really had no good reason to return to my childhood home, I decided to stay with my brother's here in New Jersey."

"Where you're more accepted and fit in better, especially as a couple," I said as I glanced between them.

Bobby's eyes widened as Lester's grin turned wry. "How did you figure it out?"

"The silent communication you two have exchanged," I replied. "You have to know someone intimately to be able to anticipate what the other is thinking. Plus, Bobby used the words stay with us, yesterday."

"Both of those things could have been completely benign," Bobby argued.

"You're right," I replied. "So, I guess maybe call it instinct or intuition."

"Is that the author in you showing through?" Lester asked.

I grinned. "Maybe. Being an author of romance, I did become somewhat of a student of human nature. I've learned to sit back and observe. To people watch."

"So, writing romance isn't just about sex," Bobby asked.

I suppressed the urge to shake my head again. "It's about human nature, relationship building, the intricacies of attraction and much more." I glanced between the two of them. "Don't get me wrong. Sex is important. Sex sells."

"That makes sense," Lester said. "Just look at the Fifty Shades books."

Now I smirked.

"What?" he asked. "You don't like those books?"

"I didn't say that," I replied.

"Then what was with the smirk?"

"I was amused that the first thing you thought of was a book filled with kinks."

His grin returned. "From what I understand, your books also contain various kinds of kink."

"Some of them do," I agreed. "Some of them are more about the romance and the relationship than the sex."

He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again when a knock on their door caught his attention.

Damn! The conversation was just starting to get good, and I was really curious to know what he was going to say.

Instead of continuing, he pushed off the couch, crossed the room, checked the peephole then open the door to Ranger and Steph. "Hey," she said as they entered. "We just wanted to stop in and see how Sienna was doing today."

Thank you!