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“I’ll put mine and Jack’s numbers into your phone so you can text us. We’ll carry you to the bathroom.”

And now she resembled a tomato again. Great.

“You can’t carry me to the bathroom.”

Ian loomed over her. “We can and will. You’re to rest that foot. Or you will be in trouble.”

“You know, you shouldn’t listen to popular opinion. Bossiness isn’t sexy. It’s annoying.”

“I’m wounded,” he replied dryly before bending down and lifting her into his arms.

Whoa.

She liked being carried by him a bit too much.

Obviously, she needed some sort of test to see if she was going nuts.

You are definitely going insane.

Ian walked up the stairs and into her room. He plopped her down on her bed and she quickly glanced around, making sure that she hadn’t left any of her underwear around. Whew.

“What do you want to wear? I’ll get it for you.”

“I can get it myself.”

He just stared down at her.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “In the top drawer of the dresser there’s an oversized T-shirt.”

He moved over to the drawers and opened the top one. Then he paused, and Maggie suddenly remembered what else was in there.

Idiot!

She stood, moving toward him. She winced as her foot protested. “I’ll get it.”

“Sit down,” he barked as he pulled something out. “What is this?”

“A woman has needs too!” she cried as he drew out Ziggy.

She let out a deep breath. Good. He’d only found Ziggy.

Monkeyballs. He’d found Ziggy.

“What’s this?”

“A zebra. Sheesh, your education is sadly lacking, huh? Z is for zebra.”

He frowned down at her. Then he blinked. “What are you doing on your foot? Get back to bed.” He pointed at the bed.

“Sheesh. So grumpy.” Turning, she limped back toward the bed. Then she let out a screech as he lifted her into the air and carried her back, plonking her down.

He loomed over her, waving a finger in her face. “Stay still.”

She saluted him.

He looked like he was about to explode.

It was kind of becoming their thing.

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