Her Little had always been kind of shy. Quiet.
Almost the opposite of her. She was stubborn and she could be loud.
Maybe a bit sassy.
She wasn’t sure her Little was any of that.
“I wasn’t mocking you. I thought it might give you something to do while you were here.”
Did he really think that she was going to calmly sit down and color?
“I can see now that my hope that you might just accept your fate and do as you are told was premature.”
“Probably,” she agreed. “Also, I’ll probably never just accept anything and do as I’m told as a general rule of thumb. Unless you’re giving me cake. I love cake. I would do anything for cake.”
Urgh, why did she just tell him that?
“Including sitting on the bed and holding this ice on your toe until I tell you that you can get up?”
“Hmm. Let me think. I should refuse on principle . . . but . . . what sort of cake would it be?”
“Whatever you like,” he promised.
Oh, silly move. He should have just told her a flavor that he could easily get hold of.
“A white chocolate cake with lavender buttercream and toasted pecans.”
He didn’t even blink.
Sheesh it took a lot to make him crack.
“Very well. Get on the bed. Foot on the pillows and keep this ice pack on your toe.”
“I need my cake, though.”
“You will get it once you’ve iced your toe.”
“How do I know you’re not lying to me?” she asked suspiciously.
“I’m not lying to you.” He pointed to the bed. “Get on the bed. Now.”
So. Bossy.
But she climbed onto the bed and let him put an ice pack on her foot.
“Now, stay.”
He was gone before she could tell him what to do with his orders.
Probably just as well.
Strange.
North almost found himself affected by her when she’d looked at him with tear-filled eyes and asked him if he was mocking her.
Weird.
Perhaps he had caught a virus. But that made no sense. He was never sick.
