“Doesn’t matter. I should have been paying attention instead of thinking about how I woke you up this morning.”
Warmth rushed into her face at the memory.
“I can get you some ice.”
“I don’t need you to get me anything. I’m capable of walking.”
“I know you are.” She kissed his cheek. “But you aren’t supposed to be lifting anything big. No picking up Jordan or carrying me up the stairs.”
“You know there is one thing you can do for me that will make me feel better.”
“What? Anything?”
His eyes gleamed with mischief. “Kiss me. According to our daughter your kisses heal everything.”
“I can do that.” Carefully, she maneuvered into his lap until she straddled him. “Anywhere special?”
His shirt was unbuttoned, so she ran her fingers over his neck and down his chest. The sling got in the way, but she still managed to explore. She kissed him, her lips whispering across his, calling his name.
His injury couldn’t be too debilitating as he nibbled on her lips and clenched his hands on her hips. Kisses from Theo were enough to get her excited, but when his fingers dove beneath her shirt to caress her back, desire grew to a fever pitch.
“Theo, we’re in the living room,” she objected though certainly didn’t want him to stop.
“You said I couldn’t carry you upstairs. Do you want to carry me?”
Glancing back, she saw Rico had closed the door behind him. “No.” Her breath caught as Theo nibbled on her neck and unhooked her bra. Wiggling on his lap told her how aroused he was. She wasn’t far behind him.
“What time is Jordan coming back?” Theo’s voice was rough with desire.
“Not until after supper. About three hours.”
“Three hours. Plenty of time. You might have to help me with a few things.”
“I can do that. Is this helpful?”
Theo moaned as she lifted her shirt and tossed it on the ground.
Chelsea strolled into the coffee shop and headed for a table in the back. Frank waited for her, a cup of coffee in front of him and some tea for her.
“Chelsea,” he greeted her, taking in her shorts and tank top with disapproval. Her father would never have let her dress this casually, even when she was alone in the house.
“Frank. When did you get here?” He’d called early this morning to arrange a meeting.
“Late last night. I’m staying at West Street.” His eyes narrowed in question. “Have you been by to see the place yet?”
“No, I’ve never been fond of the caretakers.”
Relaxing against the seat, he said, “They do an excellent job of keeping the place in great shape. I might want to come stay more often. If I didn’t have so much to do back at the company.”
“There are plenty of people who work there. Why don’t you hire a few new ones to help you specifically? Train them to do some of your job, so you can take over what my father did.”
He took another swig of coffee and sighed. “It has been exhausting trying to get everything settled as well as run the company. You could come back and help me.”
“I don’t know anything about the business, Frank.” After blowing on the hot liquid, she tipped the cup for a sip of tea. “I don’t want to know anything about the business. It’s all yours.”
His brows knit together, and he waved the waitress away when she offered a refill. “I appreciate your trust in me, Chelsea, but I want to make sure you’re informed about everything.”
“Unless it affects me personally, I don’t care. As long as you aren’t doing anything illegal, it’s fine.” This comment reminded her of what she’d asked earlier. After swallowing another mouthful, she asked, “Did you ever find out who provided the medication I’ve been taking?”
