Isn't It Bromantic (Bromance Book Club #4) by Lyssa Kay Adams

            He really needed to stop doing that, or she was going to suffer cardiac arrest. She stood with purpose. “Do you want breakfast?”

            “I ate a muffin.”

            “Okay, well, I sort of need to get started, so . . .”

            He laughed. Not one of those big, boisterous laughs that invited people to join in, but one of those quiet, just between us kinds of laughs. “I get the feeling you are trying to kick me out of the kitchen.”

            “More like gently nudge.”

            “I’m going.” He downed the rest of his tea. “I’m actually looking forward to bathing today since I can do it by myself again.”

            She bit her lip. “You’re sure you don’t need help?”

            That sexy eyebrow did its thing as he gazed across the island at her. “Are you offering?”

            “I’m telling you to be careful.” Her voice was stern but the bright heat of her cheeks likely gave her away. She was rather unused to his flirting but enjoying it all the same.

            “I’ll get out of your way now.” Using both crutches, he slowly rounded the island, stopping briefly at her side. “But if you were offering—”

            “Go.” She pointed.

            His laughter followed him down the hallway. Elena returned to her seat and lightly banged her forehead on the counter. Neighbor Cat meowed at her feet.

            “What are you waiting for?” Elena asked the animal. “He’s about to get naked upstairs. Now’s your chance.”

            A few minutes later, the water turned on overhead, which brought to mind an image of him naked. She really needed to get busy, because—a loud thud split the thought.

            No. Oh shit. Elena ran down the hallway and up the stairs. “Vlad?”

            His bedroom door was open, so she ran inside. The bathroom door was halfway shut. Oh, God, if he fell . . .

            “Vlad!” She threw open the bathroom door.

            And skidded to a stop.

            Vlad was on the floor, one hand raised to ward her off. “I’m okay. I slipped. But I’m fine. I didn’t hurt my leg.”

            Elena planted her hands on her hips. “I told you it was too dangerous.”

            Vlad winced and lowered his hand.

            And that’s when she realized.

            He was nude.

            As in naked.

            As in, oh, sweet Jesus, the man was cut from stone.

            Elena sucked in a gasp and spun around. “I’m sorry. I—I should have knocked. But I heard the thud and I was worried.” Her breath came in tiny pants. “What—what can I do to help?”

            “Nothing. I’ve got this.”

            “If you think I’m going to let you get off the floor alone, you are deranged.”

            “I don’t want to put you in an awkward position.”

            “If you don’t want me to see you naked, I can close my eyes and hand you a towel to put around you or something. I promise not to look.”

            He made a frustrated noise.

            She repeated it. “Vlad, we’re adults. This is ridiculous.”

            “Fine,” he rasped. “Let’s just get this over with.”

            Elena fortified herself with a deep breath and turned around. She locked eyes with the wall. “How do we do this?”

            “Just let me hold your arm while I get into the water.”

            Okay. She could do that. She waited with arms outstretched as he hauled himself from the floor and onto the edge of the tub. His bare legs brushed against hers as he reached for her hand for balance. Unbidden, her mind conjured an image of what she was purposely not looking at, and she had to close her eyes to chase it away.