Page 54 of Wild For You

Chapter Fifteen

Cash

After my no-show for our morning session, Erin’s been gone half the day. Not that I’ve been harboring any intention of doing any physical therapy…not until she lets me do what I want to do when I want to do it.

That she’s been gone somehow bothers me, though.

Where the hell is she?

My pickup truck is still parked in the garage, meaning she couldn’t have taken it to drive to town. Not that she knows where the keys are. Her bedroom’s empty, and there hasn’t been the usual sound of her setting up her equipment.

She’s given up on me.

The thought makes me feel both angry and disappointed.

Somehow, for some unexplainable reason, I didn’t think she’d leave so soon.

You wanted her to go, remember?

Only, I don’t feel the same way anymore because, deep down, this is turning into something else.

I want her…not for therapy purposes, but her, as a woman, in my bed.

Just as I’m about to sit up from my seat in the living room, I hear a door slam, the soft sound of her footsteps carrying down the hall.

Ignoring the pain in my leg, I push up to my feet and hurry out of the living room as fast as my crutches allow me.

“Where have you been?” The question leaves my mouth before I can stop it. There’s also reproach in my tone, which she instantly picks up on.

Her brows shoot up. “I’m sorry?”

“You weren’t here.” Shit. I don’t mean to sound accusing andneedy.

“I’m glad you noticed that, Mr. Boyd.” Her jaw sets.

I want to ask where she’s been but the victorious glint in her eyes keeps me back. “I didn’t miss you or something,” I mumble, digging myself an even bigger hole. “I just thought you had left and that you hadn’t even said goodbye.”

Her brows shoot up. “You’d want me to say goodbye?”

“No. I’d want to make sure you don’t leave anything of yours here so I can lock the door behind you.” Her eyes narrow at my remark and I cringe inwardly at my harsh choice of words.

“Good one.” She seems hurt, but then again it might just be my imagination.

I don’t know why I’m lying, but for some reason, I don’t want her to know that, yes, I did miss her.

“I’ll be happy to lock the door behind me, seeing that you won’t be able to do it yourself. Have a good day.” With that, Erin walks away. A few seconds later, a door slams.

Damn!

That didn’t go particularly well.

What is it with this woman and her ability to infuriate me with every word?

We haven’t even exchanged more than a couple sentences today, and already we’re at each other’s throats—again.

I bet Dad only hired her to piss me off, and she’s doing a great job at that.

It’s your damn fault. You shouldn’t have paid the last physical therapist to leave.

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