“You think?”
Between the funeral and the gathering afterwards she hadn’t even thought about food. In fact, she hadn’t really eaten all day.
Uh-oh. This wasn’t going to go well for her.
“Maybe not,” she admitted.
“Did you have breakfast?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t feel like eating, you know?”
“Yes, I do,” he said with a sigh. He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up. “Today was even tougher than I thought. Having to say goodbye to Nan and then having to be around him. I neglected to look after you.”
“What? No!” She attempted to sit, but he reached over and placed a hand on the small of her back.
“Stay still, baby. I want you to wait until the redness dies down before you move. You’re not allergic to wasp stings, are you?”
“No. I don’t think so.”
He frowned slightly. He moved the ice pack to look at her foot. “Doesn’t look so bad now.”
Well, it still felt terrible.
“That
bad, huh?” he said with a warm glint in his eye.
She sighed. She was starting to think she’d never gain control over her mouth.
He ran his finger over her lower lip. “Like I told you, I like that you blurt out most of your thoughts. Means I don’t have to guess what you’re thinking. It’s refreshing.”
“Glad you think so, I think it’s embarrassing.”
“Did you take your meds this morning?”
She winced. Shit. Shit. Shit.
He gave her a stern look. “Georgina Marie.”
Uh-oh, full name. That couldn’t be good.
“It’s not good. It means you’re in big trouble, little girl, and you better get used to that position you’re in right now because it’s probably how you’ll spend the rest of the day.”
Really, really not good.
“With everything going on, I just forgot.”
“Not good enough,” he told her sternly. “You can never forget, no matter what. This is partly my fault. I should have remembered.”
Now she felt terrible. “No, you have enough going on. I’m supposed to be taking care of you.”
He tilted his head to the side. “Is that so?”
“Yes. But I’m doing a terrible job,” she wailed. “Instead, here I am with you looking after me. Again.”
“I appreciate you taking care of me. I’ve never had someone run me a bath before. And that massage the other night. . .” He winked at her and she blushed, uncertain whether he was talking about the one after the bath or if it was a euphemism for the hand job she’d given him in the bath.
“I’m glad. You’ve done so much for me. I just want to help you.”