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ankle, I’d laugh from being covered in drool by this adorable pit bull. Rooter yanks Dopey off me, scolds him, and orders him to sit.
“You all right?” His voice is cloaked with agitation.
I can’t tell if he’s irritated with me or the dog. Perhaps both?
“Yeah.” I wince and sit up.
Rooter wraps his arms around me to help me stand and then hands me my crutches. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
He appears unsure, looks at my ankle.
“Really.” I try to assure him.
“Sorry I didn’t get back to you. It was a busy day.”
I shrug, acting like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal. It’s a huge deal. I’ve been tweaking all day from lack of a response by him. “No worries,” I say, trying to hide my frustration.
Rooter smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “So, what did you need earlier?”
I didn’t really need anything, and I can’t remember the lie I was going to tell him earlier. I could go with the truth and tell him I wanted to hear his voice, or I called to say hi, but I don’t have the guts. We’re not anywhere near that level in our new friendship. Hell, I’m not sure this even is a friendship. He has made it perfectly clear I should stay away from him. And the way his deep brown eyes bore into mine right now has rendered me completely incoherent. I decide to tell a version of the truth.
“I don’t remember now.”
“Oh, okay.” He pauses, seemingly unsure of what to say or do next, as am I.
This is completely new territory for the both of us. I can’t think up anything to say so I’m grateful when he speaks again.
“How’s the ankle?”
“Hurts like hell,” I admit. “I can’t do much of anything for myself.”
“Miranda helping you?” He asks.
“When she can, but she has her job and school. She hasn’t had time to even get to the grocery.” I get an idea. I think it resembles the lie I was going to tell him earlier. “Which reminds me why I texted you earlier.”
“Yeah?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth.
I love it when he does that. I try to hide my smile. “Would you mind running me to the grocery store?”
Rooter eyes Miranda’s SUV in the driveway. “Miranda isn’t able to go?”
I shake my head. A lie. Of course she can. In fact, she’s planning on leaving in about an hour. However, this is the only thing I can come up with to talk with Rooter and hopefully finagle a way to spend time with him. “She’s completing an exam online and midnight is the deadline.” Where is this coming from? I despise lying, and yet I seem to be quite good at it.
Rooter’s expression deepens as he contemplates my request. After a few seconds, which take much too long to pass, he lets out a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m kind of busy, Sophie. Is there anyone else who can help you?”
I get that he’s alluding to Ryan, but am not quite sure how to address it. “Not really, but if you aren’t able to, I understand. No worries,” I repeat. I never said that until I heard him say it.
He takes another breath and several seconds pass. “Okay,” he says and my heart falls. “I’ll take you.”
Unable to contain my excitement I smile wide. “Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me.”
He chuckles. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m just taking you to the grocery.”
I try to cover. “There’s literally no food in my house, so yes, this is a very big deal.”
Concern and discernible irritation washes over his features. “No food? Are you serious?”
“Completely.” I’m starving right now.
“Why didn’t your,” he pauses and clears his throat, “friend, take you shopping last night?” His jaw clenches and my stomach flips.
He’s so damn sexy. I fantasize about running my fingers over and kissing the stubbly skin of his cheek. Again, I’m rendered incoherent and have a difficult time coming up with a plausible explanation. “He brought me
“You all right?” His voice is cloaked with agitation.
I can’t tell if he’s irritated with me or the dog. Perhaps both?
“Yeah.” I wince and sit up.
Rooter wraps his arms around me to help me stand and then hands me my crutches. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay.”
He appears unsure, looks at my ankle.
“Really.” I try to assure him.
“Sorry I didn’t get back to you. It was a busy day.”
I shrug, acting like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal. It’s a huge deal. I’ve been tweaking all day from lack of a response by him. “No worries,” I say, trying to hide my frustration.
Rooter smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “So, what did you need earlier?”
I didn’t really need anything, and I can’t remember the lie I was going to tell him earlier. I could go with the truth and tell him I wanted to hear his voice, or I called to say hi, but I don’t have the guts. We’re not anywhere near that level in our new friendship. Hell, I’m not sure this even is a friendship. He has made it perfectly clear I should stay away from him. And the way his deep brown eyes bore into mine right now has rendered me completely incoherent. I decide to tell a version of the truth.
“I don’t remember now.”
“Oh, okay.” He pauses, seemingly unsure of what to say or do next, as am I.
This is completely new territory for the both of us. I can’t think up anything to say so I’m grateful when he speaks again.
“How’s the ankle?”
“Hurts like hell,” I admit. “I can’t do much of anything for myself.”
“Miranda helping you?” He asks.
“When she can, but she has her job and school. She hasn’t had time to even get to the grocery.” I get an idea. I think it resembles the lie I was going to tell him earlier. “Which reminds me why I texted you earlier.”
“Yeah?” He sticks his hands in his pockets and rocks back and forth.
I love it when he does that. I try to hide my smile. “Would you mind running me to the grocery store?”
Rooter eyes Miranda’s SUV in the driveway. “Miranda isn’t able to go?”
I shake my head. A lie. Of course she can. In fact, she’s planning on leaving in about an hour. However, this is the only thing I can come up with to talk with Rooter and hopefully finagle a way to spend time with him. “She’s completing an exam online and midnight is the deadline.” Where is this coming from? I despise lying, and yet I seem to be quite good at it.
Rooter’s expression deepens as he contemplates my request. After a few seconds, which take much too long to pass, he lets out a deep breath and rubs the back of his neck. “I’m kind of busy, Sophie. Is there anyone else who can help you?”
I get that he’s alluding to Ryan, but am not quite sure how to address it. “Not really, but if you aren’t able to, I understand. No worries,” I repeat. I never said that until I heard him say it.
He takes another breath and several seconds pass. “Okay,” he says and my heart falls. “I’ll take you.”
Unable to contain my excitement I smile wide. “Thank you so much! You have no idea what this means to me.”
He chuckles. “It’s not that big of a deal. I’m just taking you to the grocery.”
I try to cover. “There’s literally no food in my house, so yes, this is a very big deal.”
Concern and discernible irritation washes over his features. “No food? Are you serious?”
“Completely.” I’m starving right now.
“Why didn’t your,” he pauses and clears his throat, “friend, take you shopping last night?” His jaw clenches and my stomach flips.
He’s so damn sexy. I fantasize about running my fingers over and kissing the stubbly skin of his cheek. Again, I’m rendered incoherent and have a difficult time coming up with a plausible explanation. “He brought me
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