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“He was just happy to see me.”

“I don’t want him pushing you down. Speaking of which…,” before she could respond, he lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom.

“I’m not an invalid.” She protested.

He merely arched his thick brows and dumped her against the pillows. The linen was fresh and clean and smelled like lemons. “You were trying to protect me.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he combed the hairs off her face. “There’s no need.”

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Uhm, hmm. How about some tea?”

“I’m all tea-ed out.”

“Is that even a word?”

“It should be. What are you going to do now?”

“ See to Shep. Take him for a walk and try to make up for the fact that I neglected him for almost two days.”

“And what am I supposed to do while you’re gone?”

His brows lifted higher and reaching for the remote, he handed it to her. “I am sure you can find something to occupy yourself. I’m told we have over a thousand channels available for viewing pleasure. Not that I would know.”

“Because you being the jock you are, only watch the sports and news channels.”

“Precisely.” His eyes laughed at her. Bending, he kissed her forehead, dancing when she would have wrapped her hands around his neck. “You need to rest. I cannot quite get the sight of you curled on the ground out of my head.”

“Bobby…”

“Uh nah,” he wagged a finger at her as he eased away, “get some rest, Janelle. I mean it.”

“I am fully rested,” she pouted.

Leaning down, he pressed a hard kiss on her lips. “Rest some more.”

Slumping back against the pillows, she watched him stride out of the room. Huffing out a breath, she picked up the remote. Deciding to delay looking for something to watch, she reached for her phone and placed a call to Michael.

“You’re an interfering man.”

“Is that any way to greet your best friend?” He asked….

“You cornered Harry in his own home?” She chuckled at the image. “I would love to have seen the look on his face when you called him a coward.”

“He told you that, then?”

“He did.”

“Well, someone had to!” He sniffed. “I was quaking in my six hundred dollars Italian leather boots. I almost peed myself when he started stalking me. But I stood my ground because I was determined to get through to him and have my say. He came to see you then?”

“Yes.”

“No wonder I was unable to get through to you. David was calling too.”

“Oh crap, David.” She closed her eyes briefly. “I have moved in with Harry.”

“Ah. Is he going to stick?”

“He’s trying.”

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