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“Come on now. David doesn’t wiggle this much.”
“Sorry.” He smiled at her. “I’ll try and do better.”
That pulled the desired smile from her. Taking hold of the roll of tape, she unwound a long strip and wrapped it around the sterile pad. “The bleeding has slowed, but you may want to see Brooks. You might need stitches.”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine. You’re doing a good job at doctoring.”
She studied his freshly wrapped wound. “This will have to do for now. But you’ll want to hold it up against you for a bit until it stops bleeding completely.”
“No time. I have work to do.” He should get back to work, but her holding his hand had been the best part of this day. Her hands were soft and efficient. A part of him considered that nothing seemed more important to him right now than keeping this gentle connection. Short of slicing his other hand open, he wouldn’t mind finding a reason every day to hold Sandra’s hand. So not a good idea. A recently divorced woman, with a young son, finding her way back home. She didn’t need the complications of an infatuated Farraday.
“Lying down on the job?” Quinn came up the front walkway.
“He cut himself.” Sandra Lynn snapped the lid of the first aid kit shut.
Quinn frowned. “How bad?”
“Just a nick,” Paxton repeated.
Sandra’s brows rose high on her forehead. “Not a nick. I still say you should go see Brooks.”
One of the downsides of having a cousin who was a doctor was there was no excuse for not going to seek medical advice. Relatives always fit you in.
“You need the rest of the day off?” Quinn asked. “Ryan’s bringing another load of plywood. We can handle it without you.”
“Nonsense. I’m fine.” To prove his point, he turned his hand, palm out, delighted to find no sign of blood on the fresh bandage. “See? I can work.” At least he hoped he could. If this had been his right hand, he’d have been screwed.
“Hmm,” Quinn huffed. “Up to you.” Clearly satisfied, his brother proceeded into the house that already had all the exterior walls up and the guys in the backyard working on framing out the roof.
Pushing to his feet, he turned to Sandra. “Break time over, but with only one usable hand for now, I’ll shift to working with Ryan inside. At least I can manage a drill without any trouble.”
Shaking her head, Sandra made a tsking sound. “You know, you’re more stubborn than my son.”
“Since I like David, I’m going to take that as a compliment.”
Another smile bloomed on her face. Oh, boy, was he going to love keeping her in smiles.
Chapter Eight
“I appreciate you shuttling me back and forth to the job site,” Sandra said.
The commute allowed her more time to spend with Paxton. Even if it was a short commute and she wasn’t pursuing him, she still enjoyed his company.
“Same time tomorrow?”
“I need to work at the Cut n’ Curl in the morning. I can walk over.”
He glanced her way as he pulled into the driveway of the charming Victorian. “I don’t mind picking you up from work. I know a person can walk everywhere in Tuckers Bluff, but why walk when I can give you a ride?”
She didn’t want to inconvenience him. “You sure?”
“I’m more than sure.” He gave her that lopsided Farraday grin.
The front door opened and her mother rushed out. That was odd. Something had to be wrong. Sandra didn’t wait for Paxton to open her car door. She was out of the vehicle like a shot. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Her mother repeated the question stopping in her tracks.
“Why are you practically running out of the house? What’s wrong?”
