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She beamed at me, the expression making my heart clench. She was so damn pretty. “Except make tacos.”
“Yes.” I put my hands together and begged. “Please do not attempt this again.”
Chapter15
Hazel
“Stop fussing. I’m fine.” I groaned.
Remy huffed and crossed his arms. I hated when he did that. It made his biceps bulge in his requisite T-shirt. I swear the man was allergic to long sleeves.
Then again, forearms that muscular needed to breathe.
“You had surgery.” He pulled open the closet door and dug out yet another blanket.
“It’s June.”
“Correction, it’s early June. Look out that window—there’s still snow in the mountains. You’re getting more blankets.”
“God. I just got rid of Dylan. I could use a break from the fussing.”
He had insisted on driving me home from surgery and lingering all damn day. Reading and rereading the discharge instructions and talking to Remy in hushed tones about my incisions. It was a relief to finally get rid of one hovering guy, but now I had to deal with another.
Remy had all but forced me to take over his bed. It was enormous and covered with a fluffy duvet and a dozen pillows. I had a hunch Alice had done some decorating before she moved out. It was way nicer than anything Henri or Remy would have chosen.
I reclined against the nest of pillows and sighed in relief. My surgery had been simple and straightforward. I was sore and exhausted, but with a prescription for antibiotics and another for pain killers—which I had no intention of actually taking—I was released. Remy had driven me home while I dozed in the car, and then he’d insisted on carrying me inside.
It would be adorable if it wasn’t so damn annoying. I wasn’t an invalid. That damn evil gallbladder was finally gone, and I could breathe. Recover from surgery and get serious about my research. A few days of taking it easy, and I’d be good as new.
After I gave in and let him drape another blanket over me, he thankfully left me alone for a bit, while I texted Lydia updates and responded to Dylan’s endless check-ins.
I was just closing my eyes when the door creaked open. “We have a couple of hours until you next dose of Motrin. Hungry? I’ve got chicken soup.”
Remy was standing in the doorway, holding a wooden tray with a steaming bowl and two slices of really excellent-looking bread.
“Depends.” I yawned, then took a deep inhale of the comforting scent wafting around the room. “Did you make it?”
“Of course not.” He chuckled. “Came from Bernice. But I heated it up. In a pot and everything.”
Impressive. Probably better than I could do.
He set the tray across my lap and stepped back, watching me with his brows raised.
Suddenly starving, I snatched a slice of bread from the small plate. “This is excellent.”
“The bakery.”
“When did you have time to procure all this good stuff?”
He smiled. “I have my ways.”
Of course he did.
“It’s amazing,” I murmured, dipping one edge of the bread in the soup. I ate in silence, savoring the feeling of being taken care of. I could count on one hand the number of times someone had done something like this for me, and that someone had always been my brother. It was strange, to be doted on by someone else, but not entirely unwelcome. As terrible as I felt, today had been a major turning point for me. I was going to get my health back, and I had Remy to thank.
But before I could thank my husband and medical savior, I had to deal with whatever was going on with him. He was so agitated he was pacing around the room. I appreciated that hospitals freaked him out. That wasn’t surprising, given his family history. But we were home, and my recovery wouldn’t take long.
“You don’t need to pace,” I teased. “I’m fine now.”
