Page 24 of Winning Back His Wife
He helped her up from the couch, conscious of her every movement and aware of each brush of his skin sparking against hers.
She squeezed his hand. “Thanks.”
A lump formed in his throat. He grumbled, “You’re welcome,” then escorted her to the table. He kept his arm around her in case she became light-headed—yeah, that was the reason, all right—pulled out a chair and helped her sit. His hand lingered on her back.
“Everything looks delicious,” she said.
Her lips sure did. What was he doing? Sarah had an excuse for acting loopy. Cullen didn’t. He looked away and dropped his hand to his side.
“I can’t believe someone made you dinner.” She sounded amazed.
He sat across from her, then dished up chicken enchiladas smothered in a green tomatillo sauce. “Carly and Jake did this for you, too.”
“No one’s ever done something like this for me.”
He dropped a spoonful of refried beans onto her plate and then his. “People are helpful in Hood Hamlet.”
She motioned to the serving spoon in his hand. “You included.”
Cullen added a scoop of the rice. “You’ll serve yourself soon enough.”
Sarah’s shoulders drooped as if someone had let the air out of her. “I’d make a big mess right now, and you’d have to clean up after me.”
That was what she’d done with the divorce. Left him to deal with it. He took a sip of the sparkling cider. The sweetness did nothing to alter the bitter taste in his mouth. Maybe a beer wasn’t such a bad idea. Just one. He never had any more than that.
“You’re smart for serving tonight,” she continued.
A smart man would never have allowed his heart to overrule logic so that he ended up marrying a total stranger in Las Vegas. “Just trying to be helpful.”
“I...appreciate it.”
As they ate, Cullen wondered if she did. She hadn’t appreciated what he’d done when they were together.
Bubbles rose in his glass, making him think of champagne. Marriage was like champagne bubbles, first rising in pairs, then groups of three, then individually. He was thankful he and Sarah had skipped the middle part by not having a baby right away. A divorce was bad enough without having to deal with a custody battle. “It’s a practical decision. I don’t have time for extra chores tonight. I have to work the graveyard shift at the hospital tomorrow night and need to get back into my routine.”
Maybe sleeping in his bed at home would give him a restful night of sleep. He hoped so.
She studied him over the rim of her glass. “Who will be my nursemaid?”
“I found the perfect babysitter.”
Sarah stuck her tongue out at him.
That was more like it. He grinned. “We could go with nanny if you prefer.”
She waved her cast in the air. “I bet this thing could do some damage.”
“To yourself most definitely.”
“Very funny.” She feigned annoyance, but laughter danced in her eyes. “So who’s stuck here with me first?”
“Leanne Thomas,” Cullen said. “I know her from OMSAR. She’s also a paramedic.”
“Sounds capable.”
“I’d trust her with my life. In fact, I have,” he admitted. “You’ll be in good hands.
“I’m in good hands now.”
He appreciated the words, but he’d fallen down on the job this afternoon. “I’m trying to do my best.”
“You are,” she agreed. “I’m not sure how I’ll ever repay you.”
“You don’t have to.” That was the truth. He didn’t want anything from her. Well, except to finalize their divorce. Soon... “I remember what it was like.”
Wrinkles formed on her forehead. “Remember what what was like?”
“To have a broken arm.”
She leaned over the table. “When did you break your arm?”
“I was eleven.” He took another enchilada from the pan. “Want more?”
“No, thanks.” Sarah stared at him. “I had no idea about your arm. How did you break it?”
“A soccer tournament. This big kid shoved me out of bounds after I scored a goal. I landed wrong and fractured my arm in two places.”
“Ouch.”
“That’s all I could say in between grimacing and crying.”
She drew back, as if horror. “You cry?”
“Past tense. I was eleven.”
“I’m teasing,” she said. “Nothing wrong with crying, no matter what your age.”
“Only if you’re an emotional, overwrought sissy man.”
“Wouldn’t want someone to take away your man card.”
“Damn straight.”
