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Chapter 6It seemed to take forever for him to pull on some sweats and get himself downstairs. He didn’t need Luke’s help for anything other than getting some clothes on. His wrist hurt like nobody’s business by the time they’d carefully negotiated his arm into his dressing gown. His hip was a sunburst of black and purple bruising when he worked his pants down his legs one-handed and slid on clean ones under cover of his robe. “I’m not looking,” Luke said with a straight face. “Oh, do f**k off,” Alex retorted and then stopped himself in alarm. That wasn’t how he spoke to Luke. But he shot a sidelong glance and Luke was actually smiling at him, a bit. So perhaps it didn’t matter. By the time he’d limped downstairs, he was pretty sure he’d imagined it. He was glazed with sweat and didn’t wa