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Two hours later, Claire had made a grocery store run and, after checking on Graham, settled into the living room to watchSchitt’s Creek.
Fifteen minutes in she realized how weird it was, sitting out here while he was alone in his room, probably doing the same thing.
Should she leave him be? She didn’t want to come off as overbearing.
But this wasn’t to lecture him on staying off his feet, or to measure out his meds. He was extremely social and didn’t like being alone.
She knew because she was the same.
Huffing out a strangely irritated breath, she stood and went to his room. She peeked her head around first.
He was watchingSchitt’s Creek, too. Gertrude’s growl alerted Graham to Claire’s presence, so she took a few steps in.
She reached across her body and rubbed her upper arm with the opposite hand. “I was watching that, too. Want some company?”
He patted the mattress beside him.
She smiled and settled in, propping a few pillows up to lean against the headboard. “Your bed is ridiculously comfortable, you know that?”
He just winked, and she groaned.
Gertrude shifted closer to Graham, probably to get as far away from Claire as possible.
They watched two episodes before Graham texted her that he was bored out of his mind.
She looked around his room. “Did you do your exercises today?”
He nodded. He must have done it while she was at the store, which irritated her. He didn’t need to be trying to lift weights or do any of the non-weight-bearing leg exercises the doctor had recommended while he was at the condo alone.
“Want to play a video game?”
He scrunched his nose.
“Card game?”
He perked up at that, and sent her a text.
Strip poker?
Her stomach flipped at the mental image of Graham in his underwear this morning, but she’d never let it show. She cocked a brow and replied, “I already saw you almost naked this morning and it got you nowhere. I don’t see the point.”
If you were naked I definitely wouldn’t be bored.
“Not happening.”
He crossed his thick arms over his chest and she had to look away lest she change her mind. Nice arms were a particular weakness of hers, and the muscles of his forearms and biceps were so toned and perfect they could be sculpted and put on display next to a Michelangelo sculpture in Italy.
She cleared her throat. “You could borrow my Kindle if you want to read a book.”
Graham’s sigh was so despondent she had to laugh.
“You know, lot of people would be thrilled to have the opportunity to relax in bed for a few weeks.”
Not me. I can’t do this. It’ll be even worse when you go back to work.
Claire racked her brain for anything else to suggest. “Have you ever tried writing? Like in a journal?”
He shook his head and his expression said he didn’t intend to consider it now.
