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Thank
God.”
    “Thanks again for cooking,” Kerry
said, studying his eyes for any sign of abnormal pupil dilation,
like the doctor had instructed her to. Grey’s eyes were so dark
that it was hard to gauge their pupil size from across the
table.
    If he thought this was good, did that
mean that the effects of his concussion were still lingering, or
only that he ate much, much worse on a regular basis?
    She didn’t dare bet that it was the
latter.
    She pushed back her chair and refilled
her coffee mug. “I’m going to call in to work and tell Faye I won’t
be coming. It’ll only take a minute.”
    Grey had called a supervisor the night
before to say that he wouldn’t be showing up for his shift, but she
had yet to get in touch with her boss.
    “What – because of me?” His dark eyes
went wide. “You don’t have to do that. You’ve already done
enough.”
    “Your 24 hours aren’t up yet, so I
can’t leave you alone – doctor’s orders.”
    She dialed Faye before he could
protest and explained the situation.
    Faye was understanding. Kerry could
count the number of times she’d called in sick to work on one hand,
and it was nice to have that count for something.
    When she ended the call, there was
nothing left to do but actually consider how she’d spend the rest
of the day. Alone. With Grey.
    She shoveled down the rest of her
breakfast while she thought.
    “Since what’s done is done,” Grey
said, “does that mean we’re hanging out here for the day, or do you
want to go somewhere else?”
    “Like where?”
    “I don’t know. The beach or
something?”
    Kerry chewed a strip of particularly
charred bacon slowly, so as not to chip a tooth. “You’re supposed
to be resting your brain. No work, no TV or computers…”
    “Last time I checked, the Atlantic
Ocean wasn’t a screen. I wouldn’t be, uh, looking at anything too
hard while I was there.” His gaze dipped down to her chest for half
a second before he snapped it down even lower, to his clean
plate.
    Heat streaked across Kerry’s cheeks
with a velocity she hadn’t realized was possible. She wasn’t
exactly hauling that much around in the chest department. Could
Grey really not keep his eyes from straying to that area of her
body?
    Her first instinct was to say no to
the beach. But if she did, that would mean staying in her little
house alone with him all day, deprived of the distractions that
movies or TV might offer. What would they do?
    “I guess we can go if you’re sure you
feel up to it. I’ll drive though, and you’re not allowed to do
anything but lie on the beach and relax.”
    He arched a brow at her. “Not allowed?
Have you been taking bossiness lessons from Sasha or
something?”
    “I just don’t want you to get sick.
This whole mess is my fault and I’m trying to fix it.”
    “Okay. So what are you going to do to
me if I don’t listen?”
    One corner of his mouth quirked the
tiniest bit. He smoothed his lips back out, but his eyes looked
suspiciously bright, considering that they were nearly black. “I
have this suspicion that Sasha spanks Henry when he misbehaves.
What do you think?”
    For the second time that morning, she
nearly choked. After awkwardly forcing down the last bite of her
breakfast, she hid her face behind her coffee mug. “I don’t know.
God, Grey! I’m going to let that one slide since you hit your
head.”
    He just grinned. He was pushing her
buttons and he knew it.
    Kerry was reminded of Sasha, but not
for any reasons that had anything to do with her fiancé, Henry.
Sasha loved to push people’s buttons for the fun of it
too.
    “Let’s get ready for the
beach.”
    She packed a few towels and some
sunblock into a bag, then changed into her navy blue tankini.
Apparently, her modest swimsuit didn’t stop Grey from staring – a
fact that proved Kerry didn’t need Sasha’s wardrobe advice to
attract him.
    Afterward she pulled on shorts and a
t-shirt over top and found her flip flops. When she