Jasper hung up on him, not bothering to ask what he meant by his comment.
Likely he already knew.
Which had me curious beyond belief.
“There’s our food,” Jasper mused as he heard the doorbell ring again.
This time, he got it, though he did shuffle his way to the door, clearly in pain.
I hid my smile behind my hand, which he caught when he turned around once he’d gotten our food.
“What?” he grumbled.
“Nothing.” I dropped my hand, hoping that my smile wasn’t too big. “I got a lot.”
He limped toward the counter and said, “You seriously need to get a couch.”
“I have one.” I paused. “Kind of.”
His head tilted. “Where?”
I pointed toward a couple of huge boxes that were stacked up in the corner of the living room and said, “There. The delivery people got them in here. But I can’t move the boxes because they stacked them. Doc said he’d come help me, but he hasn’t had a chance.”
“Those boxes were delivered here months ago. I thought they were part of your moving boxes. He’s had plenty of time to come help you. Why didn’t you remind him?” he asked as he started to pull out boxes of food.
I’d gone a little overboard.
Not knowing what it was that he liked to eat, I tried to get several different types of dishes. I just hoped that he actually ate all the hot stuff. Although I could eat spicy food, I didn’t necessarily like it. I saw no point in it when I had to spend half the time cooling my mouth off.
I’d rather be stuffing my mouth full of food than cooling it off.
“Which one did you get for yourself?” he asked.
“The sweet and sour chicken,” I answered as I finally came unglued from the floor.
I shuffled up beside him in my stocking-covered feet and came to a stop so close to him that I could feel his body heat.
The man was a furnace.
“Do you eat out of the carton or on plates?” he asked.
“I have paper plates,” I said. “I like to mix my rice and the sauce. It makes a mess otherwise.”
He nodded and started to open up containers.
He picked up a set of chopsticks and started to take small bites out of each container, and I watched in curiosity.
“What?” he asked when he caught me staring.
“I’ve never been able to figure out how to use those,” I murmured. “Searcy’s tried to teach me before but she says I’m a poor student.”
Jasper snorted. “Imagine that. The girl with the perpetually bad attitude being a poor student.”
I rolled my eyes and handed him a plate before I grabbed a fork and slammed the drawer closed with my hip.
Before I could dig the fork into the carton, though, he caught my hand and guided them into my hand.
With his chopsticks in my hand, and his hand curled around mine, he dipped the sticks into the box of sweet and sour and closed his hand over mine.
