Comparing a fierce, terrifying military general to a fluffy, needy house cat made her smile grow even wider. She placed the silver earring neatly into a small velvet box on the table.
Camilla looked at Damon's reflection in the mirror and asked, "I hope you didn't do anything strenuous today?"
She reached behind her neck, her fingers searching for the small clasp of her silver necklace as she spoke. "The doctor said you need total bed rest to let those deep muscle tissues heal properly."
Damon placed his stack of reports down onto the mattress. He pushed the blankets away from his legs. Moving carefully to avoid pulling the stitches at his back, he swung his legs off the side of the bed. He planted his bare feet onto the soft rug and stood up.
