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“Why?”
“Because they might hurt you.”
“Wow. That’s a really negative way to think. Do you always think the worst of people?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“I don’t.”
“I know,” he replied. “That’s why you need watching.”
She bit her lip. “You’re not going to hurt me, though.”
“No. I won’t. Unless you want me to.” He got out of the truck before she could ask him what he meant by that. She undid the seatbelt and grabbed her handbag.
He opened the passenger door before reaching in and lifting her up against his chest.
She sucked in a breath. “I can walk.”
No reply. He used his hip to shut the truck door and carried her to the front door.
“Need a security light.”
“There is one,” she said. “I don’t know why it’s not coming on.”
“I’ll check it.”
“You really don’t have to do that,” she told him as she grabbed her keys from her handbag. “And you can seriously put me down. I’m fine now.”
No reply again.
It seemed to be a common theme. “You don’t like to talk much, huh?”
“I talk,” he replied as he took the keys and unlocked the door. Opening it, he walked in. “But sometimes what you say doesn’t require an answer.”
“I think I take offense to that,” she said, glancing up at him. Did he just smile?
Nah. That was impossible, right?
He walked inside like he owned the place and set her down on the sofa.
Then he frowned as he stared down at her.
“What is it? Is there something on my face? Is it my hair? I was just in a car accident, I’m bound to look like a mess.”
“You could never look like a mess.”
Isa gaped up at him. “I think that’s one of the nicest things anyone’s ever said to me. I mean, I can totally look like a mess. I’m sure I do right now.” She brushed her hands over her hair. She should go check in the mirror.
Sliding her legs around to the edge of the sofa, she attempted to stand, only for her legs to give out on her. She landed back on the couch with an oomph and a groan as her body let her know it didn’t appreciate her moving.
“What are you doing? Stay still.”
“Yeah. I think I might just do that.” She was going to be so sore. And she had a zillion cupcakes to make tomorrow.
How was she meant to do that now?
Suddenly, everything was piling up on her.
