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Right. She could fix this. All she needed some superglue.
She stood and barely bit back a pained groan as her hip protested. This wasn’t good. At the rate she was going, she wouldn’t be able to walk soon.
Uncle Willy had been back here for two days now. And it felt like she’d spent most of that time running around, taking care of him.
The first night, she’d slept on his bedroom floor so she’d hear him if he woke up. The next day, both Ian and Jack had been furious with her. She didn’t know how they’d figured it out.
However, she’d been told to sleep in her own bed and they’d hired the night nurse Jameson had suggested.
It had been a relief. Even if she’d stayed up most of the night worrying still.
Truthfully, if she’d slept on that hard floor again, she likely wouldn’t have been able to move the following morning.
You can barely move now.
It wasn’t that Uncle Willy was demanding or anything. She just wanted to take good care of him. That was the main reason she was spending so much time in his room.
That . . . and she was kind of avoiding Jack and Ian after all the kissing.
Lord, she missed the kissing.
She attempted to stretch, but a sharp pain shot through her hip and down her leg.
Not good.
It didn’t help that she hadn’t done any yoga in days or that she hadn’t been sleeping well. She also should have stopped and rested when it started hurting while she was with Jack the other day.
“Coulda, shoulda, woulda,” she muttered to herself.
She could do this. All she had to do was keep going.
Easy-peasy. Right?
After checking in to ensure that Uncle Willy still slept, she headed down the stairs. She kept hold of the rail to help herself balance.
Unease filled her. What if Uncle Willy wasn’t up to taking the wedding photos? They were supposed to be taking some pre-wedding pictures in three days.
He’d be all right. He had to be.
She made her way into the kitchen, moving carefully. Where would the super glue be?
“Looking for something?” Jack asked as he walked in.
She let out a cry, putting her hand on her chest. “You scared me.”
He leaned against the counter. “I scared you? Were you sneaking around? What were you looking for? Or is it that you’re trying to avoid me?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He grasped hold of her, turning her so her back was pressed to the counter. Then he leaned into her.
Whoa. Seemed intense Jack was back.
His hand moved to the back of her neck, squeezing. “You’re avoiding me. Why? Because we kissed?”
“Is that why you’re avoiding me too?” Ian asked, walking in. “Because of our kiss.”
Dear Lord.
