“Your business?” Kellan asked.
“I make and decorate cakes,” she said. “And I make online content.”
“People follow you?” Eli asked.
“Yeah. A few.”
She’d just clocked over half a million over four sites that she loaded content onto. And she was getting some really good traction. The money coming in from her content creation wasn’t to be sniffed at. And it was her only income at the moment until she started selling her cakes again.
But those words sort of froze on her tongue.
“Come on, the bed is made. Let’s get you into bed and resting.” Eli carefully picked her up before she realized what he was doing.
Arabella stiffened, but her back didn’t protest too much. The pain had definitely lessened thanks to the muscle relaxers.
“Sorry baby, did I hurt you?” he asked, pausing.
“No, I’m fine. But you don’t need to carry me. Or call me baby.”
“I like to do both, though.”
“And do you always just do whatever you like?” she asked.
“Pretty much,” he said cheerfully. “Do you need the toilet?”
“No!” she cried. Then she realized that was a lie. “Yes, okay, I do.”
He carried her to the bathroom and set her down. For a moment, she thought he was going to insist on staying. Thankfully, he left. She checked the battery life on her phone.
Shoot. There wasn’t much left.
She used the toilet then washed her hands. How was she going to cope on her own once they left?
Or would they leave? Wasn’t it dangerous to drive in this?
But where would they sleep?
Well, she could sleep in her recliner and they could take her bed. That could work.
Mind made up, she walked out of the bathroom, letting out a small cry as her phone light hit Eli then Horse who were both waiting on her.
Horse let out a small woof. She was taking that as a doggy apology for scaring her.
“You scared me,” she said to Eli.
“You didn’t think I’d be waiting for you?” he asked.
“No!”
“She probably thinks that’s stalker behavior,” Kellan called out. “I’d agree.”
“Was that . . . a joke?” she asked.
Kellan didn’t seem the joking sort.
“Also I found a flashlight and a battery-powered lamp,” Kellan said. “I’ll set them up in the bedroom.”
“Probably not,” Eli told her. “He likely thinks I am a stalker. That’s okay if it keeps you safe. Come on. Bed.”
