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“Nope.” He pulled into her driveway and killed the engine.
“I got it from here,” she said.
“If I remember correctly, you have a flight of stairs behind your front door.” Damn him for having a good memory. She appreciated his help, she did, but she also didn’t like feeling helpless and needy. It was only twelve stairs; she could manage just fine on her own.
Enzo got out of the car before she could protest and came around. He reached for the handle, and she shoved it open, nearly nailing him in the junk which he rightly deserved. Just because her ankle was swollen, didn’t mean she was some incapable woman.
“Nice,” he said.
“It’s a door. I don’t need you opening it for me.”
“I was being polite.”
“Well, don’t.”
“Where is all this rage coming from?” he asked with a playful smirk on his lips that she wanted to smack off.
“I prefer to do things on my own is all.”
“And sometimes you have to suck it up and take help when you need it.”
“But I don’t need it.”
“So the piggyback I gave you earlier was really so you could press against me, wasn’t it?”
She stood carefully and shoved his chest. “You’re an ass.”
“You’re the one being difficult.”
She hiked her bag on her shoulder and straightened. Enzo stepped out of the way and motioned his hand for her to go. Very carefully she took a step, a sharp stabbing pain shot right through her ankle. She bit her lip and quickly switched to her other foot. She didn’t let it deter her. She took a deep breath and gave it another go, the pain just as bad as the last step. She was getting used to the sharp stabbing sensation though, and she only had a little ways to go.
She glanced up to her front door and instantly deflated. Who moved her door? It seriously wasn’t that far away this morning. Now it looked like there was a football field between her and the end goal.
A tiny squeak slipped past her lips when the pain took her by surprise.
“That’s it.”
The ground disappeared, and Enzo scooped her into his arms.
“Put me down,” she demanded as he took long strides across her walkway. She was pressed against his chest and her treacherous body nuzzled closer into his embrace.
“While you might not care about wasting the entire day to walk to your door, I do.”
“Why? Have a hot date?” she asked which was dumb considering their earlier conversation.
“Yes, with you and an ice pack.”
“Me?” She looked up at him. “Oh no!” she said when realization settled in. “You are not staying. You can carry me to the top of the stairs, drop me at the landing, and head right back out. Then I’m going to watch Willow Cove and have a glass of wine to try and forget this day.”
“Willow Cove, really? That movie is terrible.”
“That movie is a cult classic and put our little town on the map, for your information.”
“Still terrible.”
“Not like you’ll have to watch it. You have to get to work anyway.”
“I already told them I wouldn’t be in today.”
