“Be careful,” he barked, reaching out to help her up.
“I forgot. It’s not so bad anymore. Just when I wrench it.”
He studied her closely. She noticed he was already dressed. “You look tired. You should stay in bed today. I’ll bring you some breakfast.”
She sighed and refrained from pointing out that he’d basically woke her up to tell her that she looked tired.
“I’m not spending all day in bed, Wolfe. And I don’t need you to bring me food. I’m going to have a shower and eat breakfast in the kitchen or on the verandah.”
“You’re not having a shower.” He frowned. “I’ll run you a bath.”
They’d insisted that she take baths with her foot. Caleb had been running her a bath each morning and helping her in and out. Mostly he was a gentleman and tried not to look. Although she suspected he’d snuck a few peeks. But her foot was a lot better now. And she wanted a shower.
“I want a shower.”
“No, your foot isn’t good enough to stand on. You could slip and fall over.”
“I won’t slip and fall over.”
He stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest. “Not happening. I’m putting my foot down.”
She wiggled a finger at him. “Oh no, you don’t. The foot is not going down.”
He lifted his foot up.
“Don’t you dare!”
He put it down, giving her a satisfied look. The rat. “Urgh. Just because you put your foot down doesn’t mean I have to do what you say.”
“Of course it does,” he replied. “What’s the point of the foot, if it doesn’t make you do as I say?”
“You’re impossible.”
“You are not the first person to tell me that, surprisingly.”
Yeah. She wasn’t surprised at all.
“I want a shower, Wolfe. I can stand on my foot that long.”
“There’s no need for you to be standing on your foot when you can lie down. What’s the problem with a bath? I’ve already seen you naked. I’ve seen you touching yourself while you’re naked. How is a bath any worse?”
Oh. Dear. Lord.
Did he have to be so blunt?
It’s Wolfe. Of course he did.
“I want to wash my hair. I can’t do that properly in the bath. I can’t rinse the shampoo and conditioner out.”
“You can if I help you.”
“You want to help me?” That didn’t seem a very Wolfe thing to want to do.
“There’s nothing difficult about washing your hair, is there?”
“No. Not at all. I just . . . I didn’t realize you’d want to do that sort of thing.”
“You need help. I want to give you what you need. I’ll go run you the bath.”