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“I’m good, Hannah. Doc said I’m recovering fine. My scans looked good. I still need to be mindful about too much light since it tends to bring on migraines, but I don’t plan on taking any long drives.”
“You drove yourself here. I mean, when you first came back to Sugar Brush.”
“I did.” He let out a long sigh. “Probably shouldn’t have, but I took it slow and steady. I didn’t want to put anyone out having to come to pick me up.”
That fire burned all the way up to my chest, but I swallowed it down.
“Makes sense.” I drummed my fingers on the wheel. “I have to get home, so…”
“Right. Think about the truck.” He put his hand on the door. “Really appreciate you driving me back. Anything you need, I owe you.”
“You got me a Sprite. We’re even.”
He needed to stop being so damn nice, so I could get back on the road and scream in the privacy of my own vehicle. If he didn’t leave soon, I might not be able to contain it.
He stayed where he was for so long I turned to see what the hell he was doing, only to be met by soft, gentle eyes and a curved half smile.
“What?” I snapped.
That half smile turned full on. “Nothing. You’re just a really good girl, Hannah Kelly.Reallygood.”
Then, as if he hadn’t shattered my bones, ground my lungs to dust, and combusted my brain, he hopped out of my truck and strode off with a casual wave over his shoulder.
I didn’t make the decision to follow him; it just happened. He’d barely gotten his front door open when I stormed onto the porch, my fists balled at my sides.
This man was going to get it.
He’d lit the spark. Now, he’d have to deal with the consequences.
Chapter Fifteen
Remington
Pounding footsteps had meturning around, shocked as hell to see Hannah coming at me like a hurricane. She didn’t stop until we collided in my doorway. She bounced off my chest, and I grabbed her shoulders so she didn’t fall, but she shrugged me off.
Cheeks blazing cherry red, she shoved me. “How could you not tell me?”
“What? What’s going on, sweetheart?”
“Pfft, don’tsweetheartme, Remington!”
“Okay. You want to come inside and talk?”
“No.”
She shoved me again, and I let her move me so I didn’t wind up on my ass, where I suspected she was fully capable of sending me. The woman was strong.
“Tell me what’s going on.”
She tossed her arms out. “I threw a muffin at you—at yourhead.”
“A cupcake too,” I added.
“It was a stress ball.” She gave me another shove, though it wasn’t as hard as the first few. “Right at your head. How could you let me do that?”
“I didn’t have a lot of say in it, Hannah.”
Oh, her face lit up even more. She’d been pissed before. Now, she was a ball of fury.