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have done if you hadn’t been here.”
He smiled at her and nodded. “Here.” He handed her the remote. “The game is on ESPN.”
He walked into the kitchen and felt like banging his head on the wall. He didn’t want her gratitude. Didn’t she understand she was in this mess because of him? He walked to the fridge and started making them some turkey sandwiches.
By the time he walked back into the living room with his arms full of food, he stopped dead in the middle of the floor when he realized she was asleep. Her head was tilted back on the pillow, her arms were crossed over her chest lightly, and her face was more beautiful than he had remembered. He was really in trouble.
Setting the food down on the dining room table, he walked over and muted the game, then bent over and gathered her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to her room.
When he started to lay her on the bed she moaned and tried to keep her arms around his shoulders. “Mitch?”
“Shh, you’re okay. I’m just putting you to bed.”
“Stay with me for a while? I don’t want to be alone.”
He looked into her sleepy eyes and nodded. Laying her down gently, he walked to the end of the bed and removed her shoes one by one. Then he toed off his own and crawled into the bed beside her. Making sure the blanket was firmly covering her, he pulled her into his arms. He relaxed as she sighed and snuggled closer.
“Thank you, Mitch.”
He kissed the top of her head and wondered if there would ever be a time when her thanking him wouldn’t sting so much.
Chapter Seven
S andi woke alone, sore, hungry, and in desperate need of a shower. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but she did feel a little refreshed. When she moved to the end of the bed, her hip screamed with pain. Using the night table to help her stand, she tested her strength slowly. When she finally got fully upright, she realized the pain wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. Three steps later, she realized she’d been wrong. When she walked her hip joint felt like it was grinding. By the time she made it into the bathroom, her pain level had tripled.
“Okay, so I’ll be staying off my feet for a while,” she told her reflection as she noticed that she looked a mess. She was still wearing Mitchell’s jacket and when she removed it and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, she cringed at the shape her new shirt was in. The whole back seam was torn. Her new jeans were torn on each knee, as well.
Slowly removing each item, she tossed her shirt in the small waste bin. When she started to remove her jeans she gasped at the large bruise running down her left side. She assumed that her hip had taken the brunt of the weight when she’d landed. Her side was covered in a nasty, dark purple bruise. When she finally pulled her jeans off, she tossed them in the bin as well.
Turning to get a better look at her left side, she realized it wasn’t just her front that was bruised. Her entire left butt cheek was purple. She’d never had a bruise so big before. After looking at it for a few minutes, she walked over and started to run a bath, thinking that it might be easier on her to sit rather than stand to clean up. She moved the shampoo and soaps down to the bottom shelf so she could easily reach them. Then she climbed into the hot water and almost cried with relief when the heat hit her hip.
She didn’t know how long she stayed in the hot bath, but she felt her head getting dull and so she finally climbed out. What she needed now was a clean set of clothes and a large cup of coffee.
When she made it to the landing, Mitch walked out of his room.
“So, how are you feeling?” he asked as he approached her on the landing. She noticed he wasn’t wearing a suit and wondered if he was going to go into work that day since it must be past nine already.
“A little
He smiled at her and nodded. “Here.” He handed her the remote. “The game is on ESPN.”
He walked into the kitchen and felt like banging his head on the wall. He didn’t want her gratitude. Didn’t she understand she was in this mess because of him? He walked to the fridge and started making them some turkey sandwiches.
By the time he walked back into the living room with his arms full of food, he stopped dead in the middle of the floor when he realized she was asleep. Her head was tilted back on the pillow, her arms were crossed over her chest lightly, and her face was more beautiful than he had remembered. He was really in trouble.
Setting the food down on the dining room table, he walked over and muted the game, then bent over and gathered her up in his arms and carried her upstairs to her room.
When he started to lay her on the bed she moaned and tried to keep her arms around his shoulders. “Mitch?”
“Shh, you’re okay. I’m just putting you to bed.”
“Stay with me for a while? I don’t want to be alone.”
He looked into her sleepy eyes and nodded. Laying her down gently, he walked to the end of the bed and removed her shoes one by one. Then he toed off his own and crawled into the bed beside her. Making sure the blanket was firmly covering her, he pulled her into his arms. He relaxed as she sighed and snuggled closer.
“Thank you, Mitch.”
He kissed the top of her head and wondered if there would ever be a time when her thanking him wouldn’t sting so much.
Chapter Seven
S andi woke alone, sore, hungry, and in desperate need of a shower. She didn’t know how long she had slept, but she did feel a little refreshed. When she moved to the end of the bed, her hip screamed with pain. Using the night table to help her stand, she tested her strength slowly. When she finally got fully upright, she realized the pain wasn’t as bad as she had thought it would be. Three steps later, she realized she’d been wrong. When she walked her hip joint felt like it was grinding. By the time she made it into the bathroom, her pain level had tripled.
“Okay, so I’ll be staying off my feet for a while,” she told her reflection as she noticed that she looked a mess. She was still wearing Mitchell’s jacket and when she removed it and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, she cringed at the shape her new shirt was in. The whole back seam was torn. Her new jeans were torn on each knee, as well.
Slowly removing each item, she tossed her shirt in the small waste bin. When she started to remove her jeans she gasped at the large bruise running down her left side. She assumed that her hip had taken the brunt of the weight when she’d landed. Her side was covered in a nasty, dark purple bruise. When she finally pulled her jeans off, she tossed them in the bin as well.
Turning to get a better look at her left side, she realized it wasn’t just her front that was bruised. Her entire left butt cheek was purple. She’d never had a bruise so big before. After looking at it for a few minutes, she walked over and started to run a bath, thinking that it might be easier on her to sit rather than stand to clean up. She moved the shampoo and soaps down to the bottom shelf so she could easily reach them. Then she climbed into the hot water and almost cried with relief when the heat hit her hip.
She didn’t know how long she stayed in the hot bath, but she felt her head getting dull and so she finally climbed out. What she needed now was a clean set of clothes and a large cup of coffee.
When she made it to the landing, Mitch walked out of his room.
“So, how are you feeling?” he asked as he approached her on the landing. She noticed he wasn’t wearing a suit and wondered if he was going to go into work that day since it must be past nine already.
“A little
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