It wasn’t the first time House had seen Chase naked, not a fact he would have been eager to share with the attending physician even if it didn’t happen to be Cameron.
She glared at him, knowing exactly what had happened without even asking. The home “inspections” had gotten passe. This time there’d been a neighbor with a key and a baseball bat.
Chase’s body was covered in garish bruises, which Cameron treated as delicately as she’d once bound House’s self-inflicted wounds. House watched. The sight produced an odd combination of sexual arousal and guilt.
It almost felt like love.