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Which were still broader than hers. Though he didn’t point that out.
‘And you used to move with a lanky, easy saunter. Now...? Now you look about fifty.’
He glared. He was only forty.
‘And not a good fifty either. You look as if I could snap you in half.’
He narrowed his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t advise you to try that.’
She blinked and something chased itself across her face, as if she’d suddenly realised he was a man—a living, breathing man—rather than a job or a problem she had to solve.
Not that it meant she fancied him or anything stupid like that. How could anyone fancy him now? But...
For the first time since the fire he suddenly felt like a living, breathing man.
‘If you want me to change my mind about you, Mac, I want to see you walk down to the beach and back every day. It’s all your own property, so you don’t need to be worried about bumping into strangers if you’re that jealous of your privacy.’
‘The beach is public land.’ He had neighbours who walked on it every day.
‘I didn’t say you had to walk along it—just down to it.’
‘The land that adjoins my property to the north—’ he gestured to the left ‘—is all national park.’ There’d be the occasional hiker.
‘So walk along that side of your land, then.’ She gestured to the right and then folded her arms. ‘I’m simply answering your question. If you find daily exercise too difficult, then I’ve probably made my point.’
He clenched his jaw, breathed in for the count of five and then unclenched it to ask, ‘What else?’
‘I’d like you to separate your work and sleep areas. A defined routine to your day will help me believe you have a handle on things. Hence a workspace that’s separate from your bedroom.’
He glared at her. ‘Fine—whatever. And...?’
‘I’d also want you to give up alcohol. Or at least drinking bourbon in your room on your own.’
She’d seen the bottle. Damn!
‘Finally, I’d want you to take your evening meal in the dining room with me.’
So she could keep an eye on him—assess his mental state. He could feel his nostrils flare as he dragged in a breath. He was tempted to tell her to go to hell, except...
Except he might have given up caring about himself, but he hadn’t given up caring about Russ. His brother might be eleven and a half years older than Mac, but they’d always been close. Russ had always looked out for him. The least Mac could do now was look out for Russ in whatever limited capacity he could. With Russ’s health so tenuous Mac couldn’t risk adding to his stress levels.
Jo’s phone rang. She pulled it from the back pocket of her jeans. He stared at that hip and something stirred inside him. And then desire hit him—hot and hard. He blinked. He turned away to hide the evidence, adjusting his jeans as he pretended an interest in the horizon.
What on earth...? He liked his women slim and compact, polished and poised. Jo Anderson might be poised, but as for the rest of it...
He dragged a hand back through his hair. There was no denying, though, that his body reacted to her like a bee to honey. He swallowed. It was probably to be expected, right? He’d been cooped up here away from all human contact for four months. This was just a natural male reaction to the female form.
‘I don’t know, Russ.’
That snapped him back.
‘Yeah...’ She flicked a glance in his direction. ‘I’ve seen him.’
Mac winced at her tone.
‘You have yourself a deal.’ He pitched his words low, so they wouldn’t carry down the phone to Russ, but they still came out savage. He couldn’t help it. He held up one finger. ‘Give me one week.’
‘Hmm... Well, he’s looking a little peaky—as if he’s had the flu or a tummy bug.’
He seized her free hand. Startled sage eyes met his. ‘Please,’ he whispered.
The softness and warmth of her hand seeped into him and almost made him groan, and then her hand tightened about his and his mouth went dry in a millisecond.
When she shook herself free of him a moment later he let out a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding.
‘I expect it’s nothing that a bit of rest, gentle exercise, home-cooked food and sun won’t put to rights in a week or two.’
He closed his eyes and gave thanks.
‘Nah, I promise. I won’t take any risks. I’ll call a doctor in if he hasn’t picked up in a few days. Here—you want to talk to him?’
And before Mac could shake his head and back away he found the phone thrust out to him.
He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat and took it. ‘Hey, Russ, how you doing?’
