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“Anything,” I told her.
“That’s not helpful,” she replied lightly.
“I don’t really cook much,” I admitted. “I make easy stuff that I can shove in the oven or the microwave. Or I go to Gage’s café or a local place for dinner. I don’t expect you to cook for me, Jenna. We both need to recover.”
“Well, I like to cook. It’s a stress reliever for me and not a chore,” she informed me. “But I’ll have to keep it simple until I can get to the grocery store. Your fresh food is in short supply.”
That wasn’t unusual for me.
I kept my dry goods and canned stuff stocked, but I bought the minimal amount I needed when it came to perishables. Sometimes we could be gone on a Last Hope mission for a week, and I didn’t see the point of coming home to spoiled food.
“We’ll go tomorrow,” I said offhandedly, curling that silky lock of hair around my finger.
“I’ll go tomorrow,” she corrected. “You need to rest.”
“Surely you don’t plan on keeping me a prisoner in my own house,” I drawled.
“Only for a little while,” she promised as she looked up at me. “I don’t think you should be out and about yet. You just got out of the hospital.”
I lifted a brow. “I hope you’re planning on entertaining me.”
“Your wish is my command,” she said with a smile. “I came here to take care of you. I’ll try to keep you from getting bored.”
Fuck!
A groan formed deep in my chest, and it was a huge effort not to release it.
If she only knew what my wishes were right now and exactly how I wanted her to take care of me, she’d be on her way back to California in a heartbeat.
For now, I was going to have to keep a lid on exactly what I wanted from Jenna Moran, or I’d definitely scare the hell out of her.
Chapter 9
Jenna
Brock and I fell into a routine over the next week.
After admitting to each other that we had no idea what to do when we weren’t working, we figured out ways to stay occupied together.
Brock lasted exactly one day with nothing but rest on his agenda.
The day after, we started our daily walks.
After breakfast, we visited one of his teammates every single day, and I’d gotten to know Nate, Gage, and Seth much better.
No matter who we visited that day, the other two would find their way over to join us, so I saw Brock’s teammates every day.
Those meetups had been incredibly awkward for me at first, but Brock’s friends were so nice that I’d gotten more comfortable with every meeting.
They didn’t stare at my scars. In fact, they really didn’t appear to notice them. They treated me like a normal person and teased me like they’d known me forever.
Their behavior had gone a long way toward conquering my social awkwardness with the group.
If she wasn’t working, I saw Sara, too.
It hadn’t taken me long to discover that the friendly female was an important part of Brock’s friend group and a frequent visitor to all the men’s houses.
Sara and Marshall’s wife, Emma, were best friends, and the entire group had been exceptionally tight here in Cherry Cove before Emma had met up with Marshall again by chance.
