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“I could take care of your every need, and you could be waiting for me at the mansion.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
Something glittered in his eyes as he released her, but he didn’t say anything. Sometimes she felt she could read his mind and know his moods. Then there were times like now when she didn’t fully get him. Solette greeted Neil, and they were off.
Cason still loved to drive, and even after his accident, he enjoyed speed. However, there were times when he just wanted to ride in the back of the car and let Neil take over. At those times, she was required to sit as close to him as possible without being on his lap. He would hold her hand, his fingers intertwined with hers and resting on his thigh.
“How are you doing, Cason?” she asked, even though they spent every night in bed together. “Any pain?”
He had dipped his head back and shut his eyes. At her question, he slitted his eyes in her direction. “I’m thinking about taking you shopping.
“Cason.”
“I like seeing your legs. Maybe shorter dresses. Those work clothes aren’t sexy at all.”
She grumbled. “Are you going to answer my question?”
“Do I ever?”
No, he didn’t. Not since he had let go of the canes and released her from being his nurse did he ever complain about pain. She had seen his meds in the overnight bag he brought to her place, and she had counted the pills. All of them were there, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have pain. Cason was so stubborn. She had the feeling he would never show weakness in front of her again now that he was fully recovered.
“I’m only asking because I’m concerned. We’re seeing each other, and it’s only natural that—”
He raised his head and opened his eyes fully. “You’re trying to be my nurse. I’m well, Solette. That’s enough.”
“Sometimes you’re so cold to me! It hurts!” She turned her head to look out the window as she blinked away tears.
Right away, Cason wrapped his arms around her from behind and drug her backward to his chest. His cheek aligned with hers, and she felt the warmth of his breath. Struggling to get out of his hold would do nothing, so she didn’t try. Yet, her anger didn’t cool.
“I’m not going to be weak in front you again,” he said, echoing her thoughts. “You need me to be strong, and that’s what I am.”
She frowned. “I need you to be real with me, and I don’t want you to shut me down every time I’m concerned. If I broke my arm, wouldn’t you care?”
“That’s different.”
She pulled out of his hold to face him, and he let her go. “How so?”
His expression looked so matter-of-fact. “I would make sure you had the best doctor, even for a broken arm. As I said, you need my strength, not me to be whining over every ache and pain of my own.”
“Sometimes I don’t get you.”
He kissed her and wiggled his eyebrows. “You’d get me more if you moved into the mansion.”
There was no arguing with him, so she let the matter drop. When they arrived at the mansion, Solette found her son already sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework and eating a snack Clara prepared for him.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hey.” She hugged him and kissed the top of his head. “You had a good day today?”
“Yup. So, Mom, when can we live here since I’m always over here?”
“Not you too.” Solette stomped out of the kitchen. She had left Cason chatting with Romy, so she took the opportunity to go find Shakarri to talk to her. She found her in the theatre room with her feet propped up on a footstool. Her son played on the carpet with a few toys. “What are you watching?”
Shakarri reached for the remote and paused the movie. “Something sappy about a man going to war and leaving his new wife at home. I’m not sure because I caught it in the middle. What are you up to?”
Solette hesitated and then closed the door. She dropped into a loveseat in the row behind Shakarri and kicked her shoes off. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“Hm, trouble in paradise?”
