Page 34 of The Wish List
“No. Taking the night off.”
“Good. You work too hard.”
“I work because I have to, Asher. And I’m fine. You worry far too much.” I winced a little as I moved.
“You need someone to worry about you.”
His words made me warm, but he frowned. “You keep grimacing.”
“My shoulder is sore. I’m icing it.”
“Let me see.”
“There is nothing to see.”
“Rosie. Let me see.”
With a sigh, I turned to the light, pulling my sweater off my shoulder, holding up the phone.
“Nice sofa,” Asher said dryly. “Go to the mirror.”
“My God, you are bossy,” I muttered. Tamping down my impatience, I went to the bathroom and showed him my shoulder in the mirror. I was surprised how bruised it was, the dark stain coming out already on my skin.
“Nothingto see,” he snorted.
I shook my head and headed back to the sofa. “Nothing I can’t handle, anyway.”
“And you’re sure you didn’t hit your head?”
I didn’t understand his fascination with my head, but I assured him I had not hit it hard. “It sort of glanced off the snow, but my shoulder took the hit. I’ll rub some Voltaren cream in before I go to bed, and I’ll be fine tomorrow.”
“I’d do that and kiss it better if I were there,” he said, sounding frustrated. “And I wouldn’t stop at your shoulder.”
“When are you coming home?” I asked, ignoring the rush of desire I felt at his words.
“I’m leaving at lunch on New Year’s Day. They’re staying another week, but I’m done. Suzy and James enjoy the whole resort and the social aspect. Bonnie has friends she can play with. I’ve had a good visit, but I have something I need to get back to.”
“Your business?” I teased.
“Yes. You and AJ are my business, and I miss you like crazy.” He shook his head with a grin. “How, I don’t understand, but I do.”
“We miss you too.”
“Soon, you won’t have to.”
“Okay.”
“May I take you out when I get home?”
“Out, like a date?”
“Yes. A proper date. Dinner. Maybe dancing. Or my place. Just the two of us. Do you have someone who can watch AJ?”
“Yes.”
“Arrange it.”
I lifted an eyebrow, and he chuckled.
