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“Go ahead.”

Without a word, she obeyed and picked up the cup of steaming tea.

“It’s hot,” he said unnecessarily as she sipped. He was not prepared for the white smile she flashed at him.

“You don’t have to stay.” she pointed out, staring at him intently.

“I know.”

“I know you are a very busy man-”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” He asked, eyebrows lifting.

“No. It’s just that I don’t want you to feel obligated to be here.”

“I don’t,” he said briskly. Moving over to the window, he stared at the piles of snow bothering him. Dragging out his phone, he dialed a number.

“Bill, I need you to get your snow plow-” He glanced at her before resuming. “I will text you the address. Drop whatever you are doing and come right away.”

“What-”

Shaking his head, he started typing something on the keypad. “I just texted him the address; he should be over in a few minutes.” He stood at the window, his back turned toward the glass.

“I told you I had someone.”

“Who is ill?”

“He has a cold,” she muttered, a frown touching her brow at how easily he had taken over.

“And that cold in this weather could last for weeks.”

“You don’t have to.”

“You could fall and break your neck.”

“I am not a moron, and I have lived here for five years.”

“Saying what?”

“I know my way around.”

“Still..” He nodded to the cup she was holding in her hands. “Drink up.”

She bristled at his authoritative tone. “I am not a child.”

“You are carrying one, and I had to witness you puking your guts out.” Taking his phone out again, he started to dial.

“What now?” She asked in exasperation. “Are you calling your plumber to come and fix the leak in my guest bathroom?”

“Is there a leak in the bathroom?” His expression was bland, his deep voice expressionless. Before she could respond, he started issuing orders to what appeared to be a restaurant, asking them about the soup menu.

“They have chicken, vegetables, bouillabaisse, turtle and Pho. Any specialty?”

When she continued to stare at him, he chose all of them and some sort of flavored rolls before hanging up.

“They should be here in half an hour.”

“Are you going to feed me too?” She asked sarcastically, feeling her head spinning at the rapid way he just took over.

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