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He considers it for a moment then crosses to me and sets his hands on my waist. “Your heels aren’t so bad. I’m going to put you down slowly and you’re going to put all the pressure on the back of your feet. Got it?”
I huff out a breath and nod.
He sets me down gently and hovers for a moment before stepping out. I move to the toilet slowly, do my business, and flush before dragging myself back to the sink to wash my hands.
Noah is at the door when I open it and carries me over to the bed.
“Noah. Enough.”
“You know if you weren’t so stubborn and had just told me you were staying here, you wouldn’t have this problem.”
“If you didn’t interrogate me and make me feel like I was doing something wrong, maybe I would have,” I shout.
He blinks and steps back. “You’re right.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I'm responsible.” He lifts my feet over the bed. “You’ve lost more than anyone should in less than a month and…I didn’t help.”
I frown. “Thank you.”
“Is it alright if I unwrap these to take a look? I talked to Dr. Morgan. He said as long as it looks like the swelling went down, you don’t need to go in.”
I nod and shift on the bed. “Who’s Doctor Morgan?”
“My doctor. I trust him with my life.” He settles on the edge of the bed and lifts one foot onto his lap.
“Is it true you sold your share of the Inn this past winter?”
He freezes midway but doesn’t look at me. Then starts unraveling again slowly. “Yes."
"Why?"
"Tell you what, when you start making things my business, I'll make mine yours.”
I read that loud and clear. But I'm curious. I liked that Noah had something other than his law to focus on. And the Inn was that for him. Especially since he quit photography after grad school and went into law full-time.
He glances up. “What, no snippy comment?”
“Noah, look at me. I’m in no position to be making any kind of demands. Especially on things that are clearly none of my business.”
11
After running a few errands in town, I spend the rest of the day working from the booth Charlie and I shared when I found her here yesterday morning. It’s probably not far from what I was going to do even if my ex wasn’t living incapacitated upstairs.
But she is.
And as angry as I am at Roger, I’m relieved as fuck Charlie isn’t living in that apartment anymore. Had I known sooner it was in the shape it was…oh hell, I don’t know what I would have done.
I don’t know if there’s much Charlie would let me do.
By sundown, I shut my laptop and move to the bar for a beer.
Once the last guest heads up to their room, Dad twists the cap off a bottle and clinks it with mine. “How’s she doing?”
“She’s not fighting me on keeping her on house arrest, so…I’d say surprisingly well.”
“That’s good. That girl just can’t catch a break, can she?”
“Apparently not,” I mutter.
He sighs and I recognize it. “Look, Noah. I know you two have a messy history.”
