She needed some care and attention.
Not for him to pounce on her like a man starving for a taste.
“When did you take those painkillers, baby?” he asked. “Because you still look like you’re in pain.”
“What . . . what did you call me?”
“Baby,” he replied.
“I’m not a baby.” Her cheeks grew red.
He disagreed.
Her gaze moved around the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to build your furniture for you. But it might be better if you tell me where everything is going. What happened to the TV?”
“There wasn’t one here when I moved in. Although it looks like there was at some stage. Maybe it broke before I arrived? But that doesn’t matter. You can’t call me baby.”
“Why not?” he asked as he grabbed the TV and carried it into the living room.
“I hate that you make that look so easy,” she muttered.
He hid a smile as he moved the box holding the desk into the living room too.
“Oh, that’s going over here.” She gestured to a big window and he placed it down.
Then he walked over and grasped hold of her chin, making her jolt.
“Fuck. Sorry, baby,” he told her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted to check on you.” His gaze moved over her face. “You’re not doing too well, are you?”
“I’m fine.” Her face got that haughty look. The one that he now knew that she used to hide her very real and deep feelings.
“No, you’re not. And I want you to be better than fine. I want you to thrive. So, let’s get you to that place. Yeah? What medication did you take?”
“Um, I took muscle relaxers and painkillers. It really is feeling better.”
“All right, then maybe you should sit down. Have you got a heating pad?”
“Yes, but it’s in the bedroom.”
“No problem. I’ll find it. You sit down on the sofa and try to get comfortable.” He headed off down the hallway and entered one room. Empty. This was strange. The second room, which was clearly the main suite, was also empty of furniture. Hmm.
The third bedroom was clearly the one she was using. It had two opened suitcases on the floor. And a mattress.
Which was also on the floor.
What the hell?
Had she known that this house didn’t come with proper beds? If so, wouldn’t she have organized beds earlier? Before she got here?
There was no way she could sleep on the floor with her sore back.
Well, at least she had a proper bed now. He just had to get it ready for her. He looked around for her heating pad and found it by the bed, picking it up.
Eli carried it out and found her sitting in the armchair. It was the only piece of furniture in the living room. Horse had moved out of his bed and was lying over her feet.
“Did you know you had to supply your own bed?” he asked as he crouched and plugged in the heating pad.
