Free Just Physical by Jae Page A

distract myself from the way your fingers feel on my body . “Uh, I guess I, um, must be hungry.”
    Crash slid the padded leg straps free, stood, and helped Jill out of the safety vest. “Want me to get you something? There’s a Greek restaurant nearby if you have a hankering for lamb.”
    Jill dropped onto the couch and gestured for Crash to sit too. “Okay, let’s get one thing straight once and for all. I might have MS, but I’m not helpless.”
    â€œI never said—”
    One wave of Jill’s hand stopped her. “I’m not helpless,” Jill repeated. “This is a set, not a hospital, and you are the stuntwoman doubling for me, not my nurse. If I have a hankering for lamb, I’m perfectly capable of calling the restaurant and ordering takeout.”
    It wasn’t the first time Jill had delivered a speech like that. Most other people had retreated, hurt by those frank words. Crash’s normally clear blue eyes clouded over for a moment before she nodded. “Fair enough.” She took Jill’s cell phone, which was lying on the coffee table, and pressed it into her hand. “Can you order the chicken gyros for me? No tzatziki, please.”
    Clutching the phone, Jill stared at her. She opened her mouth, about to reprimand her and tell her she wasn’t invited to dinner, but instead, she heard herself chuckle and say, “You’re unbelievable, you know that? And I don’t mean it in a good way.”
    Crash just grinned. “Share a baklava with me?”
    â€œShare? Are you crazy? If we’re ordering baklava, you can get your own.”
    â€œYou say the sweetest things.” Crash pressed her hand to her chest with a dreamy expression on her face.
    After sending her a halfhearted glare, Jill turned away from Crash to hide her smile and called the Greek restaurant and then Susana to let her know she’d be late picking up Tramp.

    While Crash unpacked the paper takeout bags, Jill walked over to the mini fridge, pleased to feel her left leg cooperate. “Diet Coke?”
    â€œDo you have any water?” Crash asked. “I try to avoid soda if I can.”
    Was she a health nut? Her body certainly looked as if she took good care of it. Focus. Her body is none of your business. Jill grabbed a can of Coke and a bottle of water and carried them over to the couch.
    They sat side by side, sipping their beverages and digging into their food.
    Jill moaned at the taste of her lamb souvlaki, deliciously marinated in rosemary, oregano, and lemon.
    They ate in silence for several minutes.
    â€œCan I ask you something?” What the heck…? Jill hadn’t meant to say that. But admittedly, she was curious about Crash.
    Crash looked up from her box of gyros. “Sure.” She took a sip of water. “If I get to ask you something in return.”
    Jill instantly regretted her question. She knew what Crash would ask now that she had found out about the MS. Since revealing her disease to the public, she got the same type of questions over and over. But Jill had started it, so she wasn’t about to back down now. Reluctantly, she nodded.
    â€œSo, what’s your question?” Crash leaned back and sprawled out her legs, the picture of relaxation, so totally comfortable in her own skin that Jill couldn’t help envying her.
    Dozens of questions shot through Jill’s mind. She’d always been a curious person, but it amazed her how much she wanted to know about Crash. Finally, she settled on “What’s your real name?”
    â€œOoh, you’re going right for the jugular.” Crash grinned at her and popped a piece of chicken into her mouth.
    â€œLet me guess. You could tell me, but then you’d have to kill me.”
    â€œKill you? Nah. I could think of much more pleasant things to do with you.”
    Her words and her low voice, smooth as honey, with just a hint of a Texas drawl, made Jill