Istood in the middle of Kim’s giant condo overlooking the Willamette River and directed my moving muscle which consisted of Jaxon, his brothers Aidan and Carter, and Brock and Dallas. I, of course, was not allowed to lift anything, but I refused to sit on the chair Jaxon had brought over, so I was directing using my crutches to point.
I didn’t have much in the way of large items, but I did find a bed on Craigslist, along with a dresser and sofa, so they were getting moved and set up for me while I took time to stare out at the water whenever I could.
“Are you helping or gawking?” Jaxon accused.
“Both?” I grinned. “Sorry. It’s just so pretty.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it really is. I’m gonna order pizza, any requests?”
“Combination, please.”
“Kim and Cassidy are bringing drinks, and they’ll be here in twenty minutes according to Carter.”
“That’s so nice,” I said. “I’ll pay them back.”
“No you won’t,” Carter said, walking into the room. “If you try, Cass’ll freak.”
“Ishould be covering all the costs. Y’all are helpingmemove.”
“And my woman looks for an excuse to get us together every second she’s breathing, and since you’ve just facilitated a way for that to happen, you won’t get anywhere trying to pay her back.” He headed to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of bottled waters from the fridge, before heading back into the bedroom.
Jaxon grinned. “The Quinns’ have spoken.”
I rolled my eyes. “Iwillfind a way to pay them back, mark my words.”
Jaxon chuckled, pulling out his phone. “Good luck with that.”
“Are you going to give me an issue paying for the pizza as well?”
He grinned, waving his phone at me. “It’s already done.”
“We’ll see,” I retorted, and Jaxon let out a quiet grunt before kissing me quickly.
I had a feeling he’d make sure money never left my wallet, but I was still going to try.
Unsurprisingly, I failed.
“You want me to stay or go?” Jaxon asked, sitting next to me on the sofa.
“Stay, if that’s okay.”
He frowned. “You in pain?”
“Don’t talk to me like you know me.”
He sighed. “Where’s the stuff?”
“The ibuprofen’s in the cabinet above the microwave.”
“I think you need something stronger, Rufus,” he countered, standing and heading into the kitchen.
“Fine,” I breathed out. “The vicodin’s next to it.”
He brought me back a pill and some water. “Why are you torturing yourself?”
“I’m not. I promise. I just don’t like to take the hard stuff when the other works fine.”
He raised an eyebrow, but didn’t argue. “You want to take a bath?”
