“Hey,” he said, helping me sit up before handing me two pills and a glass of water.
“Fuck,” I bit out as my arm twisted.
“How bad?” Hatch asked, wheeling my chair over to me.
“It’s okay. I just tweaked it. My fault. I’ll ice and it should be good.”
“Let’s get you into the bathroom.”
Once I endured the humiliation of my president helping me piss, then dress me, I hopped into my chair and was wheeled into the kitchen where Maisie set a plate full of breakfast in front of me.
“I’m gonna head out,” Hatch said. “You good?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said.
“I won’t be long,” he said to Maisie.
“Go have fun, love. We’ll be fine here.”
He kissed her, grabbed his keys, and made his way down the hall.
“Do you want an icepack now?” she asked me.
“That’d be great, thanks.”
She settled it onto my shoulder the way Katie showed her how, and I felt almost instant relief. As hard as it was to do nothing, I was determined to rest my shoulder enough so I could get back to see Waverly as soon as fucking possible.
I could not get the beautiful woman out of my head.
“Razor?”
“Hm?” I glanced up at Maisie and she smiled.
“Coffee?”
“Oh, sure, thanks.”
“You feeling okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because I’ve called your name three times, so either you’re in pain, you’re falling in love, or you’re planning some kind of devious revenge plot.”
I chuckled. “Oh, yeah? You think it’s one of those three?”
She leaned against the kitchen island. “I’ve raised two boys, love, it usually is.”
I sighed. “Well, I’m not in pain, and I’m not plotting revenge.”
She grinned. “Ah.”
“No, ah, Maisie, it’s nothing.”
She set the carafe back in the coffee maker and nodded. “Got it.”
“I’m serious. Don’t say anything to Hatch, okay?”
“I’m not in the habit of gossiping, honey. I mean, if he asks me, I won’t lie, but I’ve never known my man to talk to me about his brothers’ love lives.”
