Page 43 of Nanny for the Bodyguard
Still…
It wouldn’t have happened if we were together back then. I hate myself for thinking it, but I can’t help it.
Dammit.
“You’re here.”
I jump slightly, looking up from the floor where I’d apparently glued my attention.
“Oh, hi. Yes. Liv just dropped me off.” Easton runs an appraising gaze across me, a crease forming between his brows. “I’m alright. Just tired.”
“Right.” Easton seems to process everything in less than a second and then rushes through turning off the stove and getting my bags from near the door. “Let’s get you off your feet so you can rest.”
“Okay.”
I nod, offering a slight smile because it’s admittedly hilarious to see Easton running around like a nervous mother hen.
With my bags in his grip, Easton holds out his other hand to guide me down the hallway. I’ve been here nearly every day since I started helping with Jade, so it’s not like I don’t know where I’m going.
Still, as he looks back at me, his foot on the first step to go upstairs, I take his arm.
It’s nice to have someone to lean on, and if I’m honest, I need the support to make the climb.
And I guess I mean that metaphorically, too.
“Okay, I made up the guest room next to mine so if you call out for something, I’ll hear you.”
“Easton, I have a concussion. I’m not an invalid.”
He rolls his eyes at me, walking down the hall with me in tow before stopping at the guest bedroom door.
“You’re also still recovering. You need to take it easy. Don’t make me use the ‘dad’ voice.”
I laugh, swatting at him. We’ve been calling his serious tone the “dad voice.” He only uses it with Jade when hehasto, and I need to remind him that I’mnota kid.
“Ugh, you’re insufferable.” I shake my head, still smiling, and wander into the guest room. “Oh, wow.”
I freeze as I step inside. Easton has transformed this room from what I saw before. It’s no longer the simple, bare essentials room for the guests he admitted to never having.
No, it’s like this perfect little suite for helping me recover.
“There’s a first aid kit in the bathroom with fresh bandages, and I’ve made sure to stock plenty of towels and put another hamper in there so you don’t have to go back and forth.”
Stepping further in, I eye the bathroom to my right, seeing the set-up Easton has prepared.
I hear ustling sounds behind me as Easton sets down my bags and walks to the bed on the far wall.
“I also made sure to put a basket of necessities right here. You won’t have to get up and go looking for things.”
Checking out the basket, I see that it’s chock full of stuff—the remote, to both the TV and the fan, magazines, snacks, including my absolute favorite, Bugles.
It’s a family-size bag, so I’m not about to run out any time soon.
“Easton, this is…” The words dry up as my eyes begin to water. I really didn’t expect him to doall thisjust for me. “Thank you.”
He brings his hand up to the back of his head, rubbing over the short hair there. Easton’s lips curl in for the most awkward smile, and I can see how tense he is.
“Yeah, well. You needed it, right? So, there ya go.”
