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Eli folded his arms over his chest. He knew he could easily get those details. They were probably on the boxes themselves. But was she seriously telling him no?

“No?” he asked

“Yeah. No.”

“Why not?” he asked

“Because it’s not any of your business.”

His first instinct was to tell her that anything she did was his business.

But that wasn’t exactly true, was it?

Another shiver ran through her and he realized he was standing here arguing when he should be getting her into the shower.

He tested the temperature of the water in the shower before turning back to her. “Let’s get you out of those clothes.”

She slapped at his hands and he stared at her in shock. He didn’t expect that. “No! Bad Eli!”

Did she just scold him? Like he was a dog?

“Out!” She pointed at the door.

“Excuse me?” he drawled

“Yes, excuse you. You cannot b-barge into my h-house, order me a-around, and then undress me. Too far.”

Shit.

He took a deep breath in, letting it out. “What if you can’t get undressed because of your sore back?”

“I will be fine. I took some muscle relaxers. They’ll help. Out!”

Knowing he was bordering on obsessed, he turned and walked out. “I’m going, but leave the door open so I can hear you if you need help.”

“I don’t need help and you need to leave my house.”

Yeah. That wasn’t happening. What he needed to do was figure out how to build this furniture with some old, crappy-looking tools.

Getting out his phone, he noticed it was nearly dead. Shit. He quickly messaged Kellan.

Eli:Need you to get Duncan’s tools and bring them to me at Arabella’s place.

Kellan:His tools?

Eli:She has some furniture that needs to be built and her tools are older than the hills.

Kellan:Oh those sorts of tools. Wait. Furniture? Was the house not furnished?

Eli:Just get the tools for me? I’ll explain when you get here. And my phone is going flat.

Kellan:You owe me.

Whatever.Eli was pretty certain that Kellan was just as obsessed over her as Eli was but he was in denial.

Was it smart? Maybe not.

Was it good timing? Hmm, it was debatable that there was never a good time.