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Red at the stove, bustling around. All he needed was a little apron and he’d have made a perfect chef, she thought.

    Red heard her stirring and turned around. “What’s that smile about?” he asked, holding a spoon dripping with red sauce.

    Nicole scooted up on the couch and felt a short burst of pain in her ankle.
    “Ouch.”

    “Are you okay?” He dropped the spoon and bolted over to the couch. “Let me look at your ankle,” he said.

    “I’m fine,” she laughed. “I just tweaked it a little—I kind of forgot it was hurt.”

    “I should rewrap it anyway, and you’re almost due for another round of ice.”

    “You mean peas.”

    “Frozen peas,” he clarified, unwrapping the Ace bandage and examining her swollen, bruised ankle. “Damn, I’m so pissed at myself for making you run away like that this afternoon.” Red shook his head.

    “It’s okay now,” she said, patting his hand.

    “It’s not okay for me. You got hurt because I acted like a jerk.”

    “My ankle already feels better,” she said. “So you shouldn’t beat yourself up about it.”

    Red looked up at her. “I can tell when you lie.”

    “Well, I’m sure it will feel better soon. Especially with my own personal physician helping me rehab it with frozen veggies.”

    He laughed and nodded, reapplying the bandage. “I think the swelling’s already gone down a bit.”

    Nicole watched him as he tended to her injury, and she couldn’t help but well up with love and affection. He was so intent on making her comfortable, on taking care of her, just the way she’d hoped he would in her wildest fantasies.

    It was worth it to twist my ankle to see him behaving this way, she thought.

    “What are you cooking over there, Chef Jameson?” she asked, pointing to the stove with the big pot bubbling on it. She could see steam pouring out of the top of it.

    “Oh, shit. I forgot, I have to stir that and turn down the heat or dinner’s going to be ruined,” he said, scrambling to his feet and darting back to the stove.

    He picked up his spoon and stirred vigorously for a minute. “I’m making Red’s famous spaghetti with marinara sauce.”

    “Mmmm…sounds delicious,” she replied, sniffing the air. “I smell onions and garlic and meatballs.”

    “Sausage, actually. Everything’s in the sauce, babe.” He turned and gave her an exaggerated wink. “But don’t try and ask me for my recipe—I’ll never reveal my secret sauce.”

    “I think I could make you tell if I wanted to.”

    “No way,” he said, shaking his head. “My lips are sealed.”

    A few minutes later, Red had come back to the couch bearing his frozen peas again, as promised. Nicole sat up and he placed a few pillows behind her back, but still made sure her foot was sufficiently elevated.

    “Thanks,” she said, relaxing again into the wonders of being waited on hand and foot by the love of her life. She actually wanted to pinch herself and make sure it wasn’t a dream.

    As Red continued to prepare their dinner, she had time to think about all of the things they still needed to talk about. After all, now that she was pregnant, they had to truly set a wedding date and work through everything this was going to entail. She didn’t know what kind of parenting style Red believed in. She didn’t know if he wanted to find out the baby’s sex in advance—did he want to take Lamaze classes with her?

    There were so many questions, so many details to figure out.

    And on top of that, there were all the other questions still lingering about what Red’s fate was going to be now that he’d been fired from Jameson International. Nicole didn’t care about the money specifically, but she did want to know what his next step would be. Did he want to just hang around at home and live off his money for the rest of his life—did he want them to live in the wilderness like the Swiss Family Robinson?

    Nicole hated to think that Kane Wright had forced Red into