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enough.
“Fine, but this is my house . . . at least for now it is, and I’m insisting you lie down before you fall down.”
“Okay.”
She scrambled for a pillow from the couch and slipped it beneath his head as he lowered himself to the floor, but he pushed himself back upright. “Nope.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s making me dizzy.”
“I think I should drive you to the emergency room.”
He sat with his head braced in his hands, and his hands over his eyes. “The roads will be bad. I’ll be fine.”
“So you said.” She couldn’t agree with that because he certainly didn’t look fine. “Does your head hurt?”
“It’s just the fire. The light’s too bright.”
“You’re still shaking.”
“I’m just a little cold.”
And dizzy and he obviously had a headache he wouldn’t admit to. She pursed her lips, unhappy. “I don’t like it.”
“Get used to it. No hospital.” His tone was firm and strong leaving no doubt of his opinion on the matter. And even injured, he could still overpower her. She knew that from experience, so it wasn’t as if she could force him to go.
“Okay. No hospital.” She only hoped he heard in her tone how unhappy she was.
He lifted his head to look at her. “That’s it? No more pushing me to go. You’re giving up?”
“Yes. No man could be this stubborn and be that seriously hurt.”
He tipped his head. “Eh, you might be surprised about that. I’ve known a few. But seriously, I’m already feeling a little better.”
Again a glimpse of a memory had snuck out, though he didn’t seem to realize it. Ginny eyed him a little closer. Maybe he was on the road to recovery.
Then again, what did she know? He could suffer some sort of brain aneurism any moment.
“You’re still looking at me like I’m going to keel over. How’s this? I’ll try to lie down so you feel better.” The comforter still wrapped around him he stretched out on the carpet in front of the fireplace, resting his head on the pillow she’d laid there for him. “Better?”
“A little.” Though she noticed he’d turned to face the dark room and not the fire. The light must still be hurting his head. “I’d feel better if you closed your eyes.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He did as told.
She watched him, and saw a tremor run through him. He was still chilled to the bone.
Who knew how long he’d been out there in the cold. Probably long enough for his core body temperature to drop dangerously low. She was no doctor, but she figured it would take a while to warm him back up.
His eyes remained closed and his breathing was steady. He’d be asleep soon, if he wasn’t already.
She needed to get some firewood and make sure their only source of heat didn’t die. Ginny spotted the canvas log carrier. That would make things easier.
Tip-toeing so she wouldn’t disturb him, she made her way across the room. She shoved her feet in the boots again and eased the door open.
She filled the carrier as quickly as she could and heaved it up. The weight threw off her balance. In the process, her feet in the big boots slid on the snowy porch floor.
Ginny landed on her ass. The only good thing was that she maintained her hold on the log carrier. It landed on the porch with a thud, but not one log fell out.
A long string of every curse she could remember spewed forth as she stood, trying not to fall again.
Her ass was wet, cold and hurt from landing hard on the wood floor.
This pioneer existence of heating with wood sucked. She continued to silently curse the weather and the power company as she bumped her way back into the house with the log carrier and struggled to get the door shut.
She used to think fireplaces were romantic. Now she knew they were just a pain in the ass—literally.
The room wasn’t huge, but the fireplace had never seemed so far from the door as it did now after her eyes had been bigger than her muscles and she’d way overfilled the log carrier.
“You should
“Fine, but this is my house . . . at least for now it is, and I’m insisting you lie down before you fall down.”
“Okay.”
She scrambled for a pillow from the couch and slipped it beneath his head as he lowered himself to the floor, but he pushed himself back upright. “Nope.”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s making me dizzy.”
“I think I should drive you to the emergency room.”
He sat with his head braced in his hands, and his hands over his eyes. “The roads will be bad. I’ll be fine.”
“So you said.” She couldn’t agree with that because he certainly didn’t look fine. “Does your head hurt?”
“It’s just the fire. The light’s too bright.”
“You’re still shaking.”
“I’m just a little cold.”
And dizzy and he obviously had a headache he wouldn’t admit to. She pursed her lips, unhappy. “I don’t like it.”
“Get used to it. No hospital.” His tone was firm and strong leaving no doubt of his opinion on the matter. And even injured, he could still overpower her. She knew that from experience, so it wasn’t as if she could force him to go.
“Okay. No hospital.” She only hoped he heard in her tone how unhappy she was.
He lifted his head to look at her. “That’s it? No more pushing me to go. You’re giving up?”
“Yes. No man could be this stubborn and be that seriously hurt.”
He tipped his head. “Eh, you might be surprised about that. I’ve known a few. But seriously, I’m already feeling a little better.”
Again a glimpse of a memory had snuck out, though he didn’t seem to realize it. Ginny eyed him a little closer. Maybe he was on the road to recovery.
Then again, what did she know? He could suffer some sort of brain aneurism any moment.
“You’re still looking at me like I’m going to keel over. How’s this? I’ll try to lie down so you feel better.” The comforter still wrapped around him he stretched out on the carpet in front of the fireplace, resting his head on the pillow she’d laid there for him. “Better?”
“A little.” Though she noticed he’d turned to face the dark room and not the fire. The light must still be hurting his head. “I’d feel better if you closed your eyes.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He did as told.
She watched him, and saw a tremor run through him. He was still chilled to the bone.
Who knew how long he’d been out there in the cold. Probably long enough for his core body temperature to drop dangerously low. She was no doctor, but she figured it would take a while to warm him back up.
His eyes remained closed and his breathing was steady. He’d be asleep soon, if he wasn’t already.
She needed to get some firewood and make sure their only source of heat didn’t die. Ginny spotted the canvas log carrier. That would make things easier.
Tip-toeing so she wouldn’t disturb him, she made her way across the room. She shoved her feet in the boots again and eased the door open.
She filled the carrier as quickly as she could and heaved it up. The weight threw off her balance. In the process, her feet in the big boots slid on the snowy porch floor.
Ginny landed on her ass. The only good thing was that she maintained her hold on the log carrier. It landed on the porch with a thud, but not one log fell out.
A long string of every curse she could remember spewed forth as she stood, trying not to fall again.
Her ass was wet, cold and hurt from landing hard on the wood floor.
This pioneer existence of heating with wood sucked. She continued to silently curse the weather and the power company as she bumped her way back into the house with the log carrier and struggled to get the door shut.
She used to think fireplaces were romantic. Now she knew they were just a pain in the ass—literally.
The room wasn’t huge, but the fireplace had never seemed so far from the door as it did now after her eyes had been bigger than her muscles and she’d way overfilled the log carrier.
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