She drew away. “Thanks for bringing the crutches and taking care of Atticus. Really, you’re very sweet.”
“Am I interrupting?” Luke stood in the kitchen doorway with a sleeping Jamison in his arms.
“Aidan brought me some crutches,” Sophie said.
“I can see that.” Luke narrowed his eyes at Aidan.
A thick and awkward silence filled the room.
“Well, thanks, Aidan,” Sophie finally said.
“I guess I better get back to work,” Aidan said. He glanced at his watch. “I have a dog who needs his teeth pulled.”
“I’m sure he didn’t mean for himself,” Sophie said as soon as Aidan left.
“How can you be sure?” Luke asked with twitching lips before he turned and climbed the stairs that led to Jamison’s room. He returned moments later. “I picked up some lunch at Bill’s Barbeque. Would you like some?”
She nodded.
“Let me help you up,” he said, grabbing her elbows and pulling her to a standing position.
She inhaled a deep breath as her nerves did their jittery thing. Pheromones, she told herself. To further the experiment, she leaned into him. He felt warm and solid and smelled of leather and something else she couldn’t identify.
“You okay?” he asked, rubbing his hands up and down her arms and sending her pulse racing.
“Yes,” she said, but she thought, no, I’m in trouble.
