Honestly, I just wanted to stare at him, but after he was such an ass last night, I wasn’t about to admit that I liked the look of his biceps bulging in his t-shirt, or the way his jeans fit him so nicely, showcasing his tight ass.
That would only make him think I was over my anger from yesterday.
But I couldn’t stay here and be mad all day. That would accomplish absolutely nothing. And honestly, I hated being mad. I was a happy person—when I actually got sleep—and being a grouch all day just wasn’t in the cards for me.
“So, what’s on the agenda for the day?”
“Work,” he said simply.
Struck dumb by his statement, I stared at him in confusion. “You were just in an accident.”
“Two days ago. Now it’s time to get back to work.”
“But…How will you do anything? You have one working arm. You should be resting.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead.”
His words struck something deep in my chest, eliciting a gasp I hadn’t meant to let slip out.
“Shit,” he cursed under his breath when he saw the tears in my eyes.
I quickly swiped them away, embarrassed by my reaction. But the accident was all too fresh in my mind. The terror of walking into that hospital, thinking he could be dead.
When someone says the wordshit by a semi, your mind automatically goes to the worst possible scenario.
“Bailey, you know that’s not what I meant.”
“No, I know,” I brushed it off. “It’s fine. Just…don’t overdo it today.”
Getting to my feet, I started gathering my things, ready to get the hell out of there and back to my apartment.
“Where are you going?” he asked, immediately chasing after me.
“Home.”
“But…I thought you were staying here.”
“Well, if you’re not going to be here, there’s not much point in staying, is there?”
“I want you here,” he confessed.
As I turned back to him, I saw the sincerity shining in his eyes, and while the sentiment was nice, waiting around for a man was something I never did.
Well, except for waiting all these years for him to finally admit he wanted me.
“I have things to do at home. Mostly sleep, but then I’ll probably swing by work.”
“Wyatt gave you the rest of the week off.”
“Yes, he did, but I’m sure he’s busy, and if you insist on going to work, then there’s really no reason for me to hang around your house all day. Frankly, it would be a little weird.”
“And why’s that?”
A whole host of reasons. “Mainly because my things aren’t here.”
“But what if they were?”
My jaw dropped a scant inch as I repeated his words in my head. He had to be shitting me.
