In unselfconscious masculine display, he dragged one hand through his chest hair, scratching a little, then flexed his shoulder and rotated his head.

Bonnie’s mouth went dry. In something of a rasp, she asked, "What are you doing?"

"It's a bit warm out here." He glanced down at her. "And I'm a little stiff."

So saying, he turned to head inside and Bonnie caught sight of a bruise on his ribs.

"David ." She was out of her chair in a flash, catching his arm and holding him still. "What happened to you here?"

He looked down at the darkening flesh she indicated. "Nothing serious. Just bruised myself a little...