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I opened the bathroom door, my mind perfectly capable of seeing the mess as glass and liquid candle wax…now. “I’m good. As long as you and this accident aren’t together in the same place.”
I dropped a towel over the liquid, letting it absorb into the thick cotton material before I swept most of it up.
“I’m really sorry,” Kylie said remorsefully. “I should have been more careful. I probably never should have lit the candle, but it smelled so good that I couldn’t resist.”
“What was it?” I asked as I wrapped the towels up, the floor now dry, without a single drop of the red substance remaining.
I started to search the floor for any glass fragments that might have escaped cleanup.
“Apple spice,” she replied. “The smell was just too tempting not to light.”
I made a mental note to make sure Kylie had a good supply of them to use in Beverly Hills if she’d enjoyed it that much.
“Don’t be sorry. It was an accident.” I said as I did another sweep for glass further away from where the candle had broken. If Kylie was going to be walking around in this bathroom, I wanted to make sure every piece was gone.
“Has that ever happened to you before?” she asked.
“Not quite like that,” I confided to her. “I’ve had flashbacks, but it’s been a while. Nothing has triggered one.”
“I’m sorry this incident did,” she replied in a melancholy tone.
“Stop,” I demanded. “I consider it a win that it’s been a long time since I’ve had any kind of flashback. Where’s my glass-half-full girl?”
“She’s over here feeling like shit because she upset you,” she answered.
I tied off a trash bag with the towels inside and strode back into the bedroom. “I’ll toss these. And stop feeling like shit. I don’t like it.”
She looked up at me with a heart-stopping smile. “So you think you can just make feelings you don’t like just go away?”
“Yes, I like to think so, no matter how arrogant that sounds. I’m a Lancaster. We like to believe we can make any kind of problem go away. What will it take to make you not feel like shit? There aren’t very many wishes I can’t make a reality.”
She got to her feet and smacked me playfully on the shoulder. “Silly man. The only thing I want is for you to feel good.”
I shot her a grin. “I can think of any number of ways you could accomplish that,” I said. “Not all of them require both of us to be naked, but most of them do.”
She rolled her eyes adorably. “You know that’s not what I meant, Dylan.”
I lifted a brow. “I realize that, but those enjoyable activities happen to be on my mind a lot lately.”
I wasn’t sure how I could avoid my lurid thoughts when my cock was hard one hundred percent of the time when she was close to me.
I continued more seriously, “I feel better than I have for two years, sweetheart, but I don’t expect every symptom I have to magically disappear. I can handle these occasional bumps in the road.”
She put her palm to my cheek as she answered, “I don’t think there’s much of anything you can’t deal with, Dylan. That’s one of the things that makes you so extraordinary.”
“No, love,” I replied. “You are one of the things that makes me seem extraordinary. I think some of your awe-inspiring qualities may have rubbed off on me over the last four weeks.”
She smacked my shoulder again. “Your strengths have nothing to do with me.”
I drew her hand from my face and kissed her palm.
Didn’t this woman realize that most of the mental fortitude I’d gained had everything to do with her? That just being so close to her light and warmth had torched a million of the dark places inside me.
I frowned as I looked at her guileless expression and fell into the depths of her gentle, affectionate gaze.
No, maybe she still didn’t understand just how special and unique she was, so maybe she needed a little pampering, Lancaster style.
