“Where are your socks?”
“I dunno,” she said with a yawn, too tired to get up and get them. Thankfully, Clint had insisted on carrying her to their bedroom and cleaning her up, so she hadn’t had to move, even though she’d still blushed with embarrassment as he’d ran the washcloth over her swollen folds and bottom.
She didn’t know why she was still embarrassed by that, after all they’d done together.
“Your pajamas should be arriving soon.” He climbed out of bed and grabbed a clean pair of socks from one of his drawers. He reached under the covers and grabbed one foot. She yelped even though she’d been expecting it. He quickly covered her feet then climbed back in.
“Yay,” she said sleepily.
“And as soon as I have time, I’ll take you shopping for some more things.”
“I don’t need anything. And if Zeke would give me back my car, I could go into town myself to get what I need.”
“Baby, you’re never getting that car back.”
She rolled up onto her elbow to scowl down at him. “What did you do?”
He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, smiling up at her. “I sent that hunk of junk to where all old cars go to die. The scrap yard.”
“Damn it, Clint. You had no right to do that without talking to me.”
He gently pushed her onto her back then lay over her, resting his weight on his arms. “It wasn’t safe to drive. It could have broken down at any time. There is no way I’d ever let you drive it again so there was no point in keeping it. If you need a vehicle then you can borrow one of the ranch trucks. But I’d rather take you wherever you need to go.”
“But, Clint—”
“And remember who is in charge of health and safety around here.”
She snorted. “You’re in charge of everything around here.”
He let out a huge sigh. “It would be nice if that was the truth, unfortunately not everyone believes that I know best.”
She rolled her eyes. “That must be so hard for you.”
“It is, yes.”
“Clint, I understand what you’re saying about my car but you still could have told me first. Before you sent it away.”
He was silent for a moment. “Point taken.”
Okay, that surprised her.
“But it wouldn’t have changed the outcome.”
She just shook her head. “You’re lucky I love you.”
He leaned in and kissed her. “Yes, I am. I am also going to take you shopping. You need warm clothing; suitable footwear and you don’t have near enough stuffies.”
Inky was currently tucked in between them. It amazed her that she’d found a man that not only accepted her the way she was, but actually liked her as she was.
She leaned up on one elbow, peering down at him.
“Clint?”
“Yeah, baby?” He opened his eyes and stared up at her.
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
He smiled up at her. A smile that reached his eyes and lit her from the inside out.