Page 35 of A Lick and A Promise
I didn’t let that affect me (visibly, physically was another story).
I also didn’t hesitate.
“What did I say about bending to get the bags?”
“I’m not an invalid.”
I looked pointedly at his shoulder, then the crutch he had leaned on an armchair, then back at him.
He sat up. “I’m supposed to move around, Luna. It’s bad to get stiff. I need to use my muscles. I’m already doing PT exercises.”
He was?
So soon?
That was a surprise.
“And anyway, I was hungry,” he finished.
I refused to feel all warm inside that I’d provided sustenance for him when he was hungry.
Instead, I slammed the door just to put an exclamation point on my annoyance and trooped to his kitchen with my bags.
Though, it may have taken some of the oomph out of my door slam when I offered, “Do you want me to warm something up for you now?”
“No.”
I looked up because his voice didn’t sound like he was lounging. It sounded like he was making his way to me.
And he was.
“I think that’s enough exercise for today, honcho,” I snapped.
“Stop babying me,” he ordered.
“Good you mentioned that,” I said, unpacking food. “See, I’ve made a decision, and this is how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna drop in before work, make sure you’re good, coffee is made, food in your belly. I’m also going to drop in after work to see if all is cool.”
Oh yeah.
You could read from that I still couldn’t stop myself from looking after him.
I returned my attention to him to see him leaning against the counter, watching me.
“Do you need help changing the dressings?” I asked.
“Maybe,” he muttered carefully.
“I’ve seen you naked, Knox.”
His eyes homed in on mine. “I remember, Luna.”
The way he was staring at me gave me a mighty tingle.
Something else to ignore.
“Seeing your thigh and shoulder won’t send me over the deep end.”
“Good to know,” he grunted.
