Page 78 of Daddy’s Fortitude

“You should be in bed.” He pointed at her with a stern look on his face. “You fainted last night. I’m still not convinced that we shouldn’t have taken you to the hospital, but I will be making a doctor’s appointment for you.”

Her mind spun as she attempted to make sense of what he just said. He was going to make her a doctor’s appointment? He couldn’t just make her a doctor’s appointment. Was he kidding her?

And he still hadn’t addressed the fact that he had opened all of her mail!

She sat down in a chair across from him, not trusting that she wouldn’t walk around and slap him upside the head to try and get some sense into him.

“I don’t have time to go to the doctor’s,” she told him. “And there’s nothing really wrong with me.”

“People don’t faint for no reason,” he pointed out.

“I didn’t eat or drink enough yesterday. That was all. There’s no mysterious illness and I didn’t hurt myself.”

Although she was feeling very stiff and sore this morning. Working wasn’t going to be much fun. But perhaps moving around would warm up her muscles and not be as bad as she thought.

“If I eat and drink today, I’ll be fine. No need for a doctor.”

“The doctor can give you a blood test to make sure it’s nothing else,” he said in a firm tone. “No arguments.”

“Just because you say, ‘no arguments’, doesn’t mean there isn’t going to be an argument, because I’m not going to the doctor.”

“You are.”

“Grr.” She stomped her foot in irritation. “You are so annoying!”

Okay.

Wait.

Did she really just stomp her foot like a two-year-old in the middle of a tantrum?

She glanced down at her foot in shock. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. She was still sitting so her foot was hidden under the table. Yeah, he wouldn’t have seen it.

And then he raised an eyebrow, giving her a look.

Oh, crap.

“Did you really just stomp your foot?” he drawled.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

The other eyebrow went up. “And now you’re lying to me? Do you really think that’s a good plan?”

Probably not, but it was the path she’d chosen, so she was going to stick to it.

“Who said I’m lying?”

He leaned over the table. “I did.”

She leaned forward as well. “Well, if I am, what are you going to do about it?”

In hindsight, that probably wasn’t her smartest idea. A strange look came over his face. It was almost beast-like. Predatory. And for the first time she felt like prey.

Aimee couldn’t help but lean back feeling the need for some space. Although she wasn’t sure what she thought might happen. It wasn’t like he was going to lean across and grab her.

Well, maybe you want him to do that.

No, of course she didn’t want him to do that.