watched as he sat and toed off his shoes.
He stood again and pushed his jeans down what looked like some pretty muscular thighs.
Of course there was a chance he was preparing to rape and murder her while she sat there and admired his body. In that case, she deserved anything she got.
He pulled off his socks and his T-shirt and holy shit was he in good shape. Like fitness magazine cover kind of shape.
Thank God he left his boxer shorts on. She wasn’t sure how she’d react if faced with all of him.
She felt a huge relief when he sat again and wrapped the blanket around himself.
With the fear of his being a sex pervert sidelined for the moment, she realized he was still shivering.
Her fire making abilities were in question but at least there was one thing she could do to help him. “I’ll get you another blanket.”
His chattering nod was his only response as she grabbed the candle from the mantle.
Shielding the flame with one hand, she made her way to the bedroom and grabbed the comforter from her bed.
She hadn’t been gone long, but by the time she got back he was on his knees in front of the fireplace where a flame burned inside.
“Wow. You got it started.”
“I p-p-poured some melted candlewax onto the wood.”
“Oh, good idea.” Ginny carried the comforter to him since he didn’t seem to be moving away from the hearth and the only source of warmth. “Here. This should help.”
“T-t-thanks.” He clutched the comforter she draped around him on top of the blanket.
The room, lit by the flickering firelight and candles, seemed so much warmer than it had even a few minutes ago, but not warm enough she wanted to be too far from the fire. She kneeled on the floor near him and unzipped her jacket.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” She wasn’t sure what she was offering.
The stovetop was electric so she couldn’t even make him hot tea. If he was thirsty, she could get him a bottle of cold water from the fridge, but she wasn’t sure that would help all that much.
“No.” He chattered less as he answered. That was a good sign.
“Can you tell me what happened to you? How you got to be in the barn?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. Is there someone you want me to call for you? Your wife, maybe?”
“I don’t know.” He glanced down at his left hand.
So did she, and saw there was no wedding ring on his finger. Not even an impression where there used to be one.
Crazy woman that she was, she felt relieved he wasn’t married.
Ginny chewed on her lip and regrouped. “Is your cell phone in your jacket or jeans? We can look in your contact list.”
“No phone. I checked.”
“I’m Ginny, by the way. And you are?” Maybe she could Google his name on her phone and find a home number.
“I don’t remember my name.” There was horror in his expression. He looked so miserable sitting there, not knowing who he was.
That had been her last idea. She was out of suggestions.
“Hey, it’s okay.” She felt the need to comfort him. When he let out a short bitter-sounding laugh at that, she added, “Really. I think you must have hit your head. You probably have a concussion. That’s why you can’t remember anything. I’m sure your memory will come back. All you need is a good night’s sleep. Oh, but wait. You’re not supposed to sleep with a concussion.”
“I think it’s that you can sleep but only for two hours at a time.”
“Oh. Okay. Do you want to lie down and try to get some rest? I’ll wake you up.”
“Not now.”
“Maybe I should look at that cut on your head.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He wouldn’t accept any help. In fact, even while injured he’d been the one helping her when he built the fire that warmed her enough she slipped off her jacket.
Yeah, she was in her pajamas, but he was in his boxer shorts under the mound of covers, so she didn’t worry too much about it.
He lifted his head and started to unwrap himself from the blankets.
“Do
He stood again and pushed his jeans down what looked like some pretty muscular thighs.
Of course there was a chance he was preparing to rape and murder her while she sat there and admired his body. In that case, she deserved anything she got.
He pulled off his socks and his T-shirt and holy shit was he in good shape. Like fitness magazine cover kind of shape.
Thank God he left his boxer shorts on. She wasn’t sure how she’d react if faced with all of him.
She felt a huge relief when he sat again and wrapped the blanket around himself.
With the fear of his being a sex pervert sidelined for the moment, she realized he was still shivering.
Her fire making abilities were in question but at least there was one thing she could do to help him. “I’ll get you another blanket.”
His chattering nod was his only response as she grabbed the candle from the mantle.
Shielding the flame with one hand, she made her way to the bedroom and grabbed the comforter from her bed.
She hadn’t been gone long, but by the time she got back he was on his knees in front of the fireplace where a flame burned inside.
“Wow. You got it started.”
“I p-p-poured some melted candlewax onto the wood.”
“Oh, good idea.” Ginny carried the comforter to him since he didn’t seem to be moving away from the hearth and the only source of warmth. “Here. This should help.”
“T-t-thanks.” He clutched the comforter she draped around him on top of the blanket.
The room, lit by the flickering firelight and candles, seemed so much warmer than it had even a few minutes ago, but not warm enough she wanted to be too far from the fire. She kneeled on the floor near him and unzipped her jacket.
“Is there anything else I can get you?” She wasn’t sure what she was offering.
The stovetop was electric so she couldn’t even make him hot tea. If he was thirsty, she could get him a bottle of cold water from the fridge, but she wasn’t sure that would help all that much.
“No.” He chattered less as he answered. That was a good sign.
“Can you tell me what happened to you? How you got to be in the barn?”
“I don’t know.”
“Okay. Is there someone you want me to call for you? Your wife, maybe?”
“I don’t know.” He glanced down at his left hand.
So did she, and saw there was no wedding ring on his finger. Not even an impression where there used to be one.
Crazy woman that she was, she felt relieved he wasn’t married.
Ginny chewed on her lip and regrouped. “Is your cell phone in your jacket or jeans? We can look in your contact list.”
“No phone. I checked.”
“I’m Ginny, by the way. And you are?” Maybe she could Google his name on her phone and find a home number.
“I don’t remember my name.” There was horror in his expression. He looked so miserable sitting there, not knowing who he was.
That had been her last idea. She was out of suggestions.
“Hey, it’s okay.” She felt the need to comfort him. When he let out a short bitter-sounding laugh at that, she added, “Really. I think you must have hit your head. You probably have a concussion. That’s why you can’t remember anything. I’m sure your memory will come back. All you need is a good night’s sleep. Oh, but wait. You’re not supposed to sleep with a concussion.”
“I think it’s that you can sleep but only for two hours at a time.”
“Oh. Okay. Do you want to lie down and try to get some rest? I’ll wake you up.”
“Not now.”
“Maybe I should look at that cut on your head.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He wouldn’t accept any help. In fact, even while injured he’d been the one helping her when he built the fire that warmed her enough she slipped off her jacket.
Yeah, she was in her pajamas, but he was in his boxer shorts under the mound of covers, so she didn’t worry too much about it.
He lifted his head and started to unwrap himself from the blankets.
“Do
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