Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Turkey sandwich, popcorn, and a horror movie.
I dropped my phone beside me and grabbed a handful of popcorn.
You like horror movies now?
Interesting. I guessed I hadn’t liked them before, and he knew that. It seemed like something only those close to me would know. I needed to write that on the list.
Yes.
I was not giving him any more words than necessary.
Do you still like rocky road ice cream with potato chips?
What? Seriously? I had eaten that? Now, he was teasing me.
Please tell me you’re joking.
Although I was going to have to try it now, just to see.
Nope.
He was telling me things about myself that gave away how well he had known me. It was tempting to keep this up and see what else I could find out.
Hershey Kisses dipped in peanut butter?
That sounded good. I looked over at my pantry and thought about the Hershey Kisses in there. I did like those. I needed to buy some peanut butter.
I’ll let you know.
He didn’t say anything for a while, and I put the phone down, disappointed our conversation had ended. I wasn’t sure what was going on with the movie, but I finished the popcorn while trying to catch up. My thoughts kept going off to places they didn’t need to be, and I reined them back in. Any day now, Uncle Neil could get a replacement nurse, and I wouldn’t see Gage anymore.
That caused a knot in my stomach that needed to go away. That man was not for me.
My phone dinged again, and I picked it up and read the text.
Watch Gossip Girl. Prime has it. I checked.
I picked up the controller and found it under television shows. I clicked on it and sat back to see what it was about.
Fourteen
Shiloh
Gage was sitting up with his breakfast on the table in front of him when I walked into the room. Today, he would have to start getting up and going to the bathroom, trying to walk around some more. On the drive over here, Uncle Neil had gone through a list of things to have Gage do, and then he had dropped me off, not coming inside. I put my bag down on the chair and met his gaze.
“You watch Gossip Girl?” he asked before taking a drink from the coffee cup.
“Three episodes before I made myself quit and go to bed,” I admitted.
He looked back at the television. “Guess not everything’s changed then.”
“So, that wasn’t something you enjoyed and suggested to me?” Although after the first five minutes, I had known there was no way he watched that show.
He scowled. “Fuck no.”
It had to have been one I liked before. He knew things I’d liked to eat, what I’d liked to watch. That didn’t sound like a fatal attraction situation. There was the age difference, but I was beginning to think we’d had a relationship.
“I’m going to get Huck or Levi when you’re done eating. You’ve got to get out of the bed and walk around some today. I have the crutches, but with your ribs and chest wound, they aren’t ideal. It will be easier if you have someone to lean on who can support your weight. It’s best if you can walk on the leg cast. It will take some work, but it’ll help with blood flow.”
He didn’t say anything, so I left it at that and went to prepare the bathroom for him coming in and out. Right now, there was equipment that we no longer needed in the way.
When I walked back out of the bathroom, he cut his eyes to me. “With one of the crutches and you on my other side, I can get to the bathroom.”
I wasn’t so sure, but if he wanted to try it, I was willing. I got a crutch and put it by his bed. He threw back the covers, and I closed my eyes to keep from seeing his penis again.
“I’m wearing fucking briefs,” he told me.
I opened my eyes and saw he had on a pair of white briefs. Whew. Okay. That’s good.
Still a little more than I needed to see because, good Lord, his body was beautiful. The muscles in the one thigh I could see was as impressive as the rest of him. Lusting over the man wasn’t going to get him out of this bed.
I helped him until his legs were turned toward me. I gave him a crutch for the side his cast was on, and I bent down so he could put his arm around my shoulders for the other side.
He pulled up with just a little grunt from the pain. That was easier than I’d expected.
“Take your time,” I told him.
It was slow, but he walked to the bathroom with very little help from me. He used me for balance, but didn’t put any weight on my shoulders. That concerned me since I was worried about his chest and ribs.