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gaze away as she stood. “I need to put these clothes away. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Taking the clothes into his room, she laid them on the bed and methodically put them away. His jeans in one drawer, t-shirts in another, long sleeved shirts hung up in the closet, each one smelling just like him, that musky, male, sexy-as-sin scent. When she put the last shirt in the closet, she brought it to her nose before hanging it up. I love his smell .
Once everything was put in its proper place, she returned to the living room to find him trying to get up off the couch.
“Here, let me help you.” She moved to take him under the arm and help him to his feet.
Once he was up, he moved to hobble down the hall but almost tripped over a rug on the floor. “Damn it! This is going to be impossible!”
Great! We’re back to that again.
“I’ll help you if you tell me where you are trying to go.”
“I’m going to the bathroom, Abby. I really don’t think you want to help me take a leak—or do you?”
Heat rushed up her neck and splashed across her cheeks when she looked up at him and stammered, “Well, I…” Her voice trailed off and the heat on her cheeks deepened.
“I didn’t think so.” He moved off down the hall the rest of the way, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Abby sighed heavily before she went around the house picking up throw rugs and folding them so they could be put somewhere until he could get around better.
I should have thought of this in the first place.
When he finally returned, she could tell he noticed the rugs missing and folded in a neat pile next to the couch under the end table.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“You don’t have to cook for me, too.”
“All right, Chase.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Let’s get something straight here, okay? I’m trying to be tolerable of your grouchy mood since I know you are probably in pain. You aren’t going to run me off by grumbling and yelling at me, so forget it. I’ve heard it all before.”
He ran his hands across his eyes. When they met hers again, a sheepish smile crossed his lips. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’d like something to eat. Thank you.”
“That’s better.”
Chase hobbled to the dining room table, and she pulled out a chair. He slid onto the seat with a groan. “You have to understand something about me. I haven’t had anyone around to take care of me in a couple of years. I’ve become pretty independent in my own right.”
She nodded and said, “Independent. Got it.” Abby pulled out lunchmeat, bread and mayonnaise from the refrigerator and set them down to make sandwiches for both of them. He shot her a glance when he saw the food on the counter. “Yes, I went shopping, too, so don’t start with me.”
He just shook his head. “What am I going to do when you go home later?”
She walked to his side with the sandwich and some chips on a plate, setting it down in front of him along with a glass of milk. “Let’s talk about that, shall we? I had an idea. I don’t have anything holding me at my house at the moment, so why don’t I just stay here with you?”
Chapter Seven
A pin drop would have been loud in the silence enveloping them. When Chase’s gaze shot up to meet hers, and he thought for sure his jaw just about hit the table. He shook his head. “That’s impossible. You can’t stay here with me.”
“Why-ever not? You have more than one bedroom, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing. You can’t get around without the crutches until they put the walking cast on in a few days. It’s impossible for you to cook, clean, do laundry and feed the animals twice a day on crutches. It’s the logical thing to do.”
Abby’s take-charge attitude fascinated him, but at the same time infuriated him. She had taken over his life and his house in the few days that he had known her, making him wonder how he managed without her for the last two years.
She’s lost her
Taking the clothes into his room, she laid them on the bed and methodically put them away. His jeans in one drawer, t-shirts in another, long sleeved shirts hung up in the closet, each one smelling just like him, that musky, male, sexy-as-sin scent. When she put the last shirt in the closet, she brought it to her nose before hanging it up. I love his smell .
Once everything was put in its proper place, she returned to the living room to find him trying to get up off the couch.
“Here, let me help you.” She moved to take him under the arm and help him to his feet.
Once he was up, he moved to hobble down the hall but almost tripped over a rug on the floor. “Damn it! This is going to be impossible!”
Great! We’re back to that again.
“I’ll help you if you tell me where you are trying to go.”
“I’m going to the bathroom, Abby. I really don’t think you want to help me take a leak—or do you?”
Heat rushed up her neck and splashed across her cheeks when she looked up at him and stammered, “Well, I…” Her voice trailed off and the heat on her cheeks deepened.
“I didn’t think so.” He moved off down the hall the rest of the way, slamming the bathroom door behind him.
Abby sighed heavily before she went around the house picking up throw rugs and folding them so they could be put somewhere until he could get around better.
I should have thought of this in the first place.
When he finally returned, she could tell he noticed the rugs missing and folded in a neat pile next to the couch under the end table.
“Would you like something to eat?”
“You don’t have to cook for me, too.”
“All right, Chase.” She folded her arms across her chest. “Let’s get something straight here, okay? I’m trying to be tolerable of your grouchy mood since I know you are probably in pain. You aren’t going to run me off by grumbling and yelling at me, so forget it. I’ve heard it all before.”
He ran his hands across his eyes. When they met hers again, a sheepish smile crossed his lips. “I’m sorry. Yes, I’d like something to eat. Thank you.”
“That’s better.”
Chase hobbled to the dining room table, and she pulled out a chair. He slid onto the seat with a groan. “You have to understand something about me. I haven’t had anyone around to take care of me in a couple of years. I’ve become pretty independent in my own right.”
She nodded and said, “Independent. Got it.” Abby pulled out lunchmeat, bread and mayonnaise from the refrigerator and set them down to make sandwiches for both of them. He shot her a glance when he saw the food on the counter. “Yes, I went shopping, too, so don’t start with me.”
He just shook his head. “What am I going to do when you go home later?”
She walked to his side with the sandwich and some chips on a plate, setting it down in front of him along with a glass of milk. “Let’s talk about that, shall we? I had an idea. I don’t have anything holding me at my house at the moment, so why don’t I just stay here with you?”
Chapter Seven
A pin drop would have been loud in the silence enveloping them. When Chase’s gaze shot up to meet hers, and he thought for sure his jaw just about hit the table. He shook his head. “That’s impossible. You can’t stay here with me.”
“Why-ever not? You have more than one bedroom, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“But nothing. You can’t get around without the crutches until they put the walking cast on in a few days. It’s impossible for you to cook, clean, do laundry and feed the animals twice a day on crutches. It’s the logical thing to do.”
Abby’s take-charge attitude fascinated him, but at the same time infuriated him. She had taken over his life and his house in the few days that he had known her, making him wonder how he managed without her for the last two years.
She’s lost her
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