Page 18 of Wreck Me
“Good morning,” he said, moving farther into the kitchen. “Something I can help you find?”
“Um, I was just looking to see if you had creamer.”
Aidan walked closer to her and pulled the carton from the door, holding it up for her.
She mimicked smacking herself in the head. “Helps if you look on more than just one shelf.”
She was a funny one. “Half and half work for you?”
“Yes, thank you.” She took the carton from him, where the tips of her fingers brushed his briefly before taking it from his hand. She walked over to the bar where a cup of steaming coffee sat.
“How are you feeling?” he asked, refilling his cup then leaning back against the counter.
“Better.” She capped the carton and put it back in the fridge. “A lot better than I thought given I didn’t sleep longer than just a few hours.”
He tilted his head. “That’s because you did sleep longer than a few hours.”
Her brows drew down and she pursed her lips. “I wasn’t super great at math but I know I was up at one thirty and it’s after seven now. That’s not super long by my calculation. I usually need seven hours or better to feel decent.”
Damn it, didn’t she remember the couple of times she woke up yesterday when he gave her Tylenol? “Megan, today’s Wednesday. Your accident was on Monday. You slept all day yesterday.”
With each word he spoke, her eyes widened. “Oh my God. Are you serious? I lost a whole freaking day?”
“Afraid so.”
“Shit.” She patted her hips as though checking pockets before it dawned on her she didn’t have pockets. “Where’s my phone? Oh!” She started to head out of the room, but he stopped her.
“I’ve got it on the bar over here. It was almost dead and I thought you might need to have it charged when you woke up.”
Megan stopped midstride and did an about-face. “You charged my phone for me?”
“Yeah. You kept getting calls from Nate. I figured you might need to get in touch with him when you woke up.”
“Oh.” She ran a hand over her flat belly. With her hair piled on top of her head and the snug long-sleeved T-shirt paired with plaid pajama pants, she shouldn’t look sexy, but damned if she didn’t make his blood burn just a bit. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
She went to the bar and retrieved her phone. “I’ll be back. I need to make a call.”
He motioned with his hand that held his coffee cup. “Do whatever you need, Megan.”
She stood there a moment staring at him. An emotion he couldn’t quite decipher flashed in her eyes before she turned and walked away.
Huh, what was that all about? It didn’t matter. He didn’t have the time or inclination to find out.
After Aidan had fielded a few calls from work and answered a few emails, Megan came out to the living room where he was sitting.
“Hey, everything okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but I need a favor. And I feel really bad about asking because you’ve done so much for me already, and I’m sure you have your own life. You know, like work and probably a girlfriend. I mean, just look at you…”
Her eyes widened and then darted away. A blush crept into her cheeks, and it was fucking adorable. She was fucking adorable, and he was pissed off that he’d noticed. But how could he not?
A small smile touched his lips. “It’s fine. I’m off today and I don’t mind helping you. What’s up?”
She wrung her hands but moved forward to sit down on the recliner next to the sofa. “Doc called me while I was on the phone. He wants to see me today to check my stitches and concussion. He said anytime today.”
He nodded and leaned forward, dropping his phone on the coffee table. “I’ll take you.”
