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However, he didn’t look annoyed. If anything, his lips twitched.
That must be her imagination running wild again.
“That doesn’t mean you can’t like it. Don’t like makeup, either. Or shopping. Or romance novels. Doesn’t mean you can’t like those things.”
“How do you know I like those things?” she demanded.
She did. She just wasn’t sure how he knew.
“Educated guess. Get settled. You eaten?”
“Um, no. But you don’t have to cook for me.”
“Wasn’t going to. I’ve eaten already.”
Right. She hadn’t and her stomach chose that moment to grumble. He’d already turned away and she prayed he hadn’t heard it.
“You want to cook, you can. Just clean up after.”
“Oh, thank you.”
As he left the room, she suddenly realized that she didn’t even know his name.
Chapter Four
Fuck.
What was he doing? He’d pace up and down if it wasn’t for the pain shooting up his leg and into his back.
Instead, he sat in one of the armchairs by the fire.
He should take a pain pill and go to bed. But he didn’t think he could sleep with her in the house.
What? Are you worried she’s going to murder you in your sleep?
That would probably be a relief.
He pushed that thought down deep. It had been a while since he’d thought like that and he didn’t want to return to that dark place.
The one that Joey, Lochlan, and Miles had pulled him out of.
He should probably message one of them. Have Miles run a background check on her. But the service out here wasn’t great at the best of times, during a storm it was generally non-existent.
Not to mention that you don’t even know her name.
Smart. That was real smart.
He glanced over at her luggage and grocery bags sitting by the back door. Then at the puddles of water and mud on his wooden floor.
Shit.
Once upon a time, he’d have insisted on carrying all of those for her. He wouldn’t have let her lift anything. Especially if she was his.
Which she isn’t.
He would have had that mess cleaned up quickly.
But not now.
