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He exhaled slowly. “Damn.”

“Drink the water,” she added.

He did, chasing it with the aspirin, then eyed the second glass. “What’s that?”

“Electrolytes. You look like death.”

“Feel like it.”

“Good.”

He huffed a quiet laugh — and that was when he noticed it.

She still wasn’t looking at him.

Felicity braced her hands on the counter, shoulders tight.

“Hey,” he said, quieter now.

She blew out a breath. “I should’ve remembered.”

He stilled.

She shook her head. “Some friend I am.”

Ronan set his fork down.

“Lissy—”

“Don’t,” she snapped automatically, then dragged a hand over her face. “Don’t call me that.”

His mouth twitched faintly.

She shot him a look. “And don’t smirk.”

“Wasn’t smirking.”

“You were. Hell. You’re so … maddening.”

Better that than indifference. He leaned back slightly, studying her. “You made me breakfast.”

“That doesn’t make up for it.”

“It’s a start.”

She let out a humorless huff. “Yeah, well. Add it to the list of things I got wrong. Too many damn rules to keep track of.”

Ronan frowned slightly. “For what it’s worth,” he said, “you showed up. Thanks.” He crunched on the toast.

Silence stretched for a moment.

“I went out earlier. Brought your truck over. Grabbed you some clothes for work.”

That got his attention. “Huh?”

She nodded toward the hallway. “Bag’s by the door. Figured you wouldn’t be good for much today,” she went on briskly. “But experience says you tough it out, so — there you go. But maybe stay away from sharp tools. Saws. Anything that requires coordination. And ladders. No ladders today.”

He let out a quiet breath, something warm settling in his chest. “Didn’t know you cared that much.”