Page 40 of The Choices I've Made
“Like you care,” she sneered. “And don’t you have something better to do than harp on me all day?”
“Actually, yes, but since I don’t believe you’ll actually do anything I just told you to, I guess I’m going to have to reschedule to babysit you.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, no. That’s not an option.”
“Then, can I count on you to do what I said and keep a low profile today?”
“Yes,” she replied softly.
“You never were a good liar. I’ll go grab the car. Start thinking of that precious list of things you need done. Looks like I’ll be your wingman today.”
“What?”
“If you’re not going to sit on the damn couch and rest, then I guess I’ll have to help you.” She opened her mouth to argue, and I immediately cut her off, “Whether you like it or not.”
Her infamous eye roll went into full effect as I walked past her, not caring in the least that she was pissed off.
Because, frankly, so was I.
“So, what’s on this super important list of yours?” I asked as the car revved to life.
I’d managed to help her to the car, lock up the office, and start the engine without a single word from her.
I had a feeling that was about to change.
“You’re not running my errands.”
“Well, neither are you.”
She let out something between a growl and a huff. “You are not in charge here, Jake. I didn’t ask you for help.”
“No,” I agreed. “You never ask anyone for help. God forbid you admit defeat and call in reinforcements when you happen to be the first one to come to the aid of anyone else.”
“Don’t pretend like you know me, Jake.”
“Oh, but I do,” I jeered.
We were at an impasse. One where she wouldn’t give in, and I wouldn’t give up. Realizing how far down the rabbit hole I’d fallen wouldn’t deter me from making sure she was okay.
I was still utterly aware of her every move, still completely transfixed by the woman who had once owned my heart.
But that wouldn’t stop me from keeping her ass firmly planted in place.
Because, no matter how much I tried to deny it, I did care.
“Fine,” she finally replied. “But you’re not leaving me home. I don’t trust you that much.”
I shook my head, taking the final road toward the inn. “Well, that makes two of us. But it doesn’t change the fact that you will rest today even if I have to strap you to that damn couch.”
“I’ll rest but not on the couch. You can ice my foot and care for me right here.”
“In the car?” I exclaimed.
“Sure. Why not? You can grab the ice and a cooler. Maybe a pillow and, presto, a mobile sofa.”
“You’re impossible.”
“Ditto.”
