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“Is that why you tripped? You saw the Boathouse.”
“Yes.” I sigh.
“Why couldn’t you have tripped in front of a group of women?” I glare at him, shaking my head. He belts out a laugh and stands up. “I’m kidding. Jake seemed nice.”
“He was. Can you call the office and get my appointment? Oh, and I need some Advil. Badly.”
“Shall I get you a bell, too, madam?” he asks in a British accent, taking a bow.
My eyebrows shoot up and my mouth hangs open. I huff. Is he insinuating that I’m acting like a Queen? “That’s okay, I’ll do it myself.” I pick my foot off the pillow and swallow the pain that shoots through it as soon as I put it on the floor.
“Stubborn ass woman, I was kidding.” He pushes me back on the couch and elevates my foot. He puts his hand on the couch to the side of my head and leans over. His lips sweep over mine. “I like taking care of you,” he murmurs against my lips. When he pulls back and stares into my eyes, the warmth of his breath hits my check. “Now, sit your ass down and don’t move. If you need to go to the bathroom, let me know.” He taps my nose with his finger and stands up. I watch him walk into my bedroom.
Staring at his gorgeous backside has me biting my lip. Broad shoulders all the way down to his sexy ass. I don’t know why he would ever get jealous of another man. I may find other men good looking, but none come close to the attraction I have for Aiden. One look at him and my heart beats faster, my skin tingles. My body reacts only to him. He must see that by now.
I’m still staring at the doorway when he reappears with my Advil. Our eyes lock as he struts over. He puts two pills down on the side table with a bottle of water and leans over to me and whispers, “I love you, sweetheart, but stop looking at me like that.”
“What?” I feign innocence.
He grabs my hand, shifting it to his obvious bulge. “This is what. I told you already, I can feel when you get excited. It’s like my dick is a fucking remote control toy and your pussy is the remote.” I feel my face flush with heat. Yep, he sees it.
***
“Good news,” Jake says, walking into the room. He sticks an X-ray on a light box hanging from the wall. He flips the switch to on and it illuminates my X-ray. “Nothing is broken.”
I blow out a sigh of relief. Thank God!
“You have an inversion ankle sprain.” He picks up my foot and points to the outside of my ankle. “You have lateral ligaments right here that were stretched too far. Since you can walk on it a little today, that tells us it’s probably a grade-two ankle sprain.”
“Okay, Jake. I have two weeks until my wedding. I need a plan of action so I’ll be able to walk down the aisle, not on crutches. And I’d like to wear heels.”
He crosses he arms and stares down at me. I feel like a little kid sitting on the table, patiently waiting for the doctor to tell me if I can go to school or not. “Two weeks is not very long.” I laugh bitterly. You’re telling me. We don’t even know where we’re getting married at this point.
“I’ll do everything you tell me, exactly,” I say. This time Aiden chuckles. I glare at him.
“You’ve never done anything you were supposed to do exactly,” he says sarcastically.
“Shush.” I point at him and then look back at Jake. “Don’t listen to him. He’s just mad I’ve never promised that to him.” Jake chuckles. Aiden mumbles something under his breath about handcuffs. I can imagine what he’s thinking. I roll my eyes, shaking my head slightly. Can we move on?
“I’m going to give you a splint to wear. I want you to use crutches until the swelling goes down. By the end of this week, I’ll have you start physical therapy to speed up the healing process. You can do the exercises at home, but it’ll help having a therapist making sure that you’re doing them correctly.” I nod, agreeing with everything he’s saying. “I can’t promise anything. Everyone heals at their own rate. But since you’re already physically fit, I don’t see it being a long-term problem.”
Half an hour later, I’m sporting an ankle brace and hobbling out of the doctor’s office on crutches. “I need to go back to the office,” I say, trying to hold my foot up, keep the crutches under my arms, and wave down a taxi. When Aiden doesn’t say anything, I look back. He has an I told you so expression. “What? I can keep my foot up at the office, and I’ll be at my desk the rest of the day. I can’t take off the next two weeks, Aiden.”
“Remember, we have Lexi’s adoption court date tomorrow.”
My eyes widen and the hand I’m holding up in the air falls. Oh, no. Lexi. My eyes start to blur from tears. I grasp the sides of the crutches and lean on them so they’re holding me up.
“I can’t go in there like this,” I cry, pointing down to my wrapped ankle. Emotions that I can’t control bubble up inside me. “They’ll think I’m an unfit parent. They’ll take her away from us, Aiden.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. I hear myself saying it, but I don’t recognize the desperate tone in my voice.
Aiden stares at me, dumbfounded. I wipe the tears that have escaped my eyes. “Addison,” he says slowly, “they are not going to take Lexi away from us because you’re clumsy.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Are you feeling okay? Did you by chance hit your head yesterday?” He chuckles.
“Stop, it’s not funny.” I hit him on his arm. His eyes scan the area before making it back to mine. He cocks his head, running his hand over his mouth while accessing me. “I’m fine,” I say. “You’re right, it’ll be fine. I need to get back to work.”
I hurry and wave down a taxi, so I can escape the awkward moment I just created. “Meet you at my apartment after work?” I ask. He nods and places a quick kiss on my lips before helping me into a taxi. As we drive away, I lean down into my hands.
