Page 90 of Renard's Deliverance

“Yes, I can,” she countered as she stood.

He stood with his hands on his hips, frowning at her. “What are you doing?”

“Getting up.” She needed to move around.

“Do you need to go to bed?” he asked, moving toward her. “You should have told me, I’ll carry you.”

“I’m not going to bed.”

“The bathroom? Do you have to pee?” he asked as he reached for her.

She lightly slapped his hands away. “You are not carrying me to the bathroom.” Although now that he’d mentioned it, she did have to pee. “I’m going by myself.”

“What if you slip?” he asked as he hovered behind her.

“I’ve got a sore back; my legs aren’t broken. And Jenna said it was good to move around.”

“What does she know?” he scoffed.

Turning, she gave him an incredulous look. “She’s the doctor! The one you insisted check me over on a Sunday. Remember?”

“Still doesn’t mean she knows what she’s talking about.”

“Why? Because she didn’t say what you wanted her to say?” she countered.

“Exactly.”

She rolled her eyes.

But she made sure to turn away from him first so he couldn’t see her.

The man was terrible.

“I’m going to the bathroom. By myself!” She walked into the bathroom and then shut the door.

“I’m going to wait on the other side in case you need me.”

Yep.

She should definitely be happy about being on her own tonight.

But she wasn’t.

She really, really wasn’t.

* * *

“What are you doing?”she asked from where she sat at the kitchen table with another cup of coffee.

She’d managed to successfully pee on her own, even with him lingering on the other side of the door and now they were back in the kitchen.

“Making a grocery list. You have no food.”

Oh, so that’s what he’d been doing looking in all the cupboards earlier.

“I have food!” she protested.

“What? And where?” he asked.

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