“You know, like when you play rugby and your opponent tackles you. Did you go down and twist your knee at the same time?”
“I don’t play rugby, and you ask a lot of questions.”
“I have to. You don’t give me much to work with.”
“For good reason.”
“Yeah, I know. You don’t want to talk about it.”
“Why did you come here?”
“Good diversionary tactic. Change the subject.”
“Amy…”
“I stopped off at the Sushi Train. Thought you might be in the mood for takeaway.”
“You got me California rolls?”
She pointed to the bag she’d set down earlier. “On the table.”
“With extra wasabi?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
A smile tugged the corners of his mouth. “Maybe you’re not as annoying tonight as I thought.”
“Is that a compliment?”
“It’s a reprieve.”
“So how did you hurt your leg?”
“Damn it, Morgan.” He lowered his foot gingerly to the floor and stood. “I’m going to get some water.”
As he inched his way to the kitchen, she called after him, “Careful you don’t slip.”
Daniel stopped dead and turned around with painstaking precision.
Oops.
“You took a chance coming here tonight.” Suspicion laced his tone. “How did you know I’d be home?”
“You told me yesterday?”
“I didn’t speak to you yesterday.”
“Instinct?”
“Lexi phoned you.”
Amy jumped up and hauled containers of food out of the bag. “I asked them to make you fresh rolls. I didn’t take any of the ready-made ones.”
“Your sole purpose in coming over here tonight was to make fun of me.”
“I came to comfort you. Lexi said you weren’t feeling well.”
“She did phone you. What else did she say?”