Page 95 of Property of Bob

“You know, I said that to you yesterday, and you didn’t like it.”

“I remember.”

“So you understand why I’m annoyed.”

“Yeah.”

“And?”

“And I don’t care.”

I glared at him.

He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“You are still the most irritating man I’ve ever met.”

“Twenty years and nobody beat me?”

“Congratulations.” I hadn’t met anyone like Ashland.

“Thanks.”

I shook my head.

Ash shifted toward the edge of the bed. “Let’s go see what Piney cooked for breakfast.”

“You’re seriously changing the subject?”

“Yep.”

“And after breakfast?”

“Thought you wanted to get me moving.”

I glanced at his legs beneath the blanket. “I did.”

“Then after breakfast, we can get some physical therapy in.”

Something about the way he said physical therapy made my eyes lift to his.

He was looking at me. There was something in his expression I hadn’t seen before. Or maybe I hadn’t let myself see it.

My stomach did a strange little flip. I cleared my throat. “Actual physical therapy.”

His eyebrow lifted.

“Yes,” I insisted. “Walking. Exercises. Normal things.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“What’d you think I meant?”

My eyes narrowed. “Don’t start.”

His mouth curved into a slow smile. Oh, that was new.