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“Connor, I’ll be fi—”
More talking. “My shift ends at seven. I’ll come back after that and—”
“I’ll be—”
He shoved the fork at her. “Eat. You’ll need to keep up your strength if you’ll be dealing with my mom fussing over you all day.”
Irritation bloomed through her.
The man had no clue how good he had it.
“Your mom is great,” she snapped, taking the fork that was practically jabbing her in the eyeball.
“Yeah,” he said. “She is. But she’s going to fuss, and she’s going to do it intensely.” He stood. “This is the first day I’ve let the crew come in, Rave.” That was true. She’d had a constant flux of visitors to her hospital room, but she’d been out two weeks now, and aside from the first day when his mom and Kim, Maggie, Soph, and Misty had dropped by dinner and supplies to get her through the next little while, it had just been her and Connor.
Probably why she was ready to tear her hair out.
It was far too much together time for her and Connor.
“That break means they’re worried,” he said. “Which means they’ll come in hot and intense andfussing.”
“I can handle your mother.”
He smiled that sexy half-smile of his. “Oh, how naïve you are.”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a handful myself.”
“Really?” he asked dryly. “I would have never known.” A glance down at her, and yeah, her bitter, broken heart warmed slightly when concern entered his eyes.
Didn’t matter. Itcouldn’t.
She lifted her chin. “I’ll be fine.”
His gaze held hers, that concern clearly evident. “Text me if it’s not. I’ll send in reinforcements.”
Dammit. She couldn’t do sweet with this man. “I’ll—”
He cupped her jaw, giving her that sweet that threatened everything, sending her pulse skittering, her lungs squeezing. “Text me if it’s not,” he ordered. “Enough of the independence bullshit.”
Even that filled her with warm fuzzies.
Not that she dared show it.
“It’s not independent bullshit,” she snapped, and as it often did when this man got to close to her and she had to engage evasive maneuvers, she started blurting shit out. “And you’ve been helping me far too fucking long as it is. I’ll never be able to make up for this, and you’ll—”
His fingers flexed, and she clamped her teeth together.
Rewound what she said.
Fuck.
“Rave.” A soft voice. Her name spoken so gently she threatened to melt.
She forced herself to hold his gaze. Bluffing.Bluffing.And she smiled.“I’ll be fine.”
His hand slid forward, shifting from just fingertips pressing into her skin to his entire palm cupping her jaw. “Is that what this attitude has been?”
Yeah, nope.
