Sean felt the blush spread right to the tips of his ears. Damn pale skin. "Damn, there goes my chance. I always wanted to be a creepy perv. Almost bought a raincoat once. I already have night vision binoculars."
And saw more than was proper on stakeouts. Including one particularly limber working girl. He'd wondered how much she cost and if she had a waiting list.
Of course, he'd seen more of Lisa than he'd wanted. Luckily he was already blushing. Because he couldn't help seeing her practically nude last night, or realizing she had one hell of a wicked figure or that the water had been cold. He was a creepy perv. She was Molly's age. He half felt like he'd been caught with his father's National Geographic when he was thirteen.
"I, um..." He kept from coughing from the discomfort, "was wondering if you'd be willing to take a shift helping keep Chelsea sane. She wants to return to her room, but boredom may make her finally snap and foam at the mouth."
He didn't add that she'd need help eating and drinking, fetching things and such. It didn't really NEED to be said.
He was touched that she was concerned for him while she was on crutches. "I avoided a concussion, got my da's thick skull. Leg hurts like a bitch, so I can sympathize with you."