“Oh, sweetums! You’re awake!” James cried and nearly tackled me to the floor in his eagerness to hug me. My back got slammed into the door frame, and for a brief second I almost wished I was in a damn coma. That shit hurt.
“Not for long if you don’t stop choking me,” I muttered.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized and let go of me. He put a bar stool down. “Here you go, sit that squeezable ass of yours down. I’ll get you a stiff drink. Unless, of course, there’s something else you’d like stiff instead.”
“James, leave him alone and go do your job,” Bella said, trying not to laugh.
“Yes, boss lady. Just shout for me if the stud muffin needs mouth-to-mouth,” he replied and saluted her.
I wish I had a James around to keep me entertained!
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