Page 22 of Lethal Threat
I grumble and relent. “I could push the chair, use it like a walker, you know.”
“Right. Just sit down, sweetheart, before I pick you up and deposit you in this chair.”
“So bossy.”
“You have no clue.”
I scoff at him. “I got in the chair, didn’t I?”
The chair squeaks as he rolls me down the corridor. “That’s a start.”
“I’m not sure I like bossy men.”
“We’ll see.” His tone is teasing. Light and easy.
But my nerves still sizzle. What if he’s too much?
I take a few steadying breaths, but that doesn’t stop the jolt I get when the elevator door closes.
Holy disasters!I should have looked in the mirror. It looks like I tumbled down a flight of stairs…on my face.
How did I get so many bruises?
I’m grimacing when I look up and catch his reflection. We look at each other for a beat and it’s almost as if he doesn’t even see how horrible I look.
“Why in the world would a hospital have a reflective surface in the elevator? I look like hell warmed over.”
“It’s so people feel safe in here with strangers. You can see if someone is behaving oddly.”
Damn. I frown. “You’re logical too.” I fuss with my hair. “Why haven’t I ever thought of that? Or maybe I did before. Who knows what I thought?”
His eyes dance with light. “Smart, handsome, and bossy. Aren’t you a lucky girl?”
“Good grief. You’re over the top.” I can’t stop my smile. “But I’m filing a complaint with the hospital for undue distress.”
I jolt a little when his hand very gently comes to rest on the top of my head. The heat from his touch infuses me. His next words drive that warmth home. “You still look pretty to me so don’t beat yourself up. You’ll heal fast.”
“I sure hope.”
I also hope about a million other things too.
The elevator dropsslowly. Time isn’t the only thing trudging through molasses in this building.
As we drop the last couple of floors, my fiancé says, “Now, we need to talk about something else.”
Uh oh. Change of tone.
He continues as he watches me in the reflective doors. “You have to do what I say, without argument.”
I watch my expression change to concerned surprise. “Everything? That’s a lot. Don’t you think everything is kind of broad?”
“It is.”
Matter of fact. No elaboration. Ugh.
The humor slides out of me and leaves me feeling just plain grumpy.
That happened fast. I’ve even given myself emotional whiplash. Something is definitely wrong inside my head.
