Page 23 of Giddy-Up
Heading in the direction of the sound, it wasn’t long before he heard some rather choice cursing.
“Did you just say fudge nuggets?”He chuckled as he opened the door to the laundry room.“Oh, shit, are you okay?”
As soon as he’d caught sight of Riley splayed across the vinyl floor, he was kneeling down and offering her his hand.
“No!The flipping ironing board came at me.”
“Itcame at you?”He managed to fight back a smile.Just.
Riley accepted his hand and they both came to a stand.“Ow, ow, ow.”She hopped.“My ankle!”Wade was picking her up seconds later and striding toward the living room.“Whoa, what are you doing, where are you taking me?”
He didn’t answer, not until he’d placed her down safely onto his mother’s floral couch.“Let me take a look.”After dropping to his knees, he went about inspecting said ankle.Ignoring his body pulse as his fingers drifted over silky skin.
“I’m fine, really.I just need to walk it off.”Riley attempted to push herself off the pink rose cushions, but Wade ushered her back down.
“Nope.Everyone knows you shouldn’t put weight on an injury.You need to rest it.Maybe put some ice on it.”
She looked at him like he was crazy.“I need to finish the laundry.”
“I’ll finish the laundry,” he declared.
“You’llfinish the laundry?”She didn’t seem convinced.
“Sure will, darlin’.You’re looking at a modern man right here.Cooking, cleaning, ironing, you name it—I can do it.”
That dangerous smile of hers hit him full force in the stomach.“Is that so?”
“Sure is.”
Their eyes locked and all he could think about was kissing her again.
Time and a place, Wade.
Right.And this wasn’t it.She needed rest and ice.He’d just have to settle for cradling her in his arms again.Which is what he did next.With one rather smooth scoop, she was back in his hold.This time, he was taking her home.
CHAPTER SEVEN
