Reaching out, he tilted up her chin. “You eat today?”
“Of course.”
“What did you eat?”
“Ahh, some Pop-Tarts.”
“So, sugar. You need something healthy,” he scolded.
“I’ll find something.” She got to her feet, swaying slightly.
“No, you won’t. You’ll stay where you are. Or sit on the sofa.” He moved toward her cupboards.
Um, no.
“Wait, no. I can do that.”
Too late. He’d already opened one cupboard. The one that held several packets of Pop-Tarts. He sent her a censuring look.
She shrugged. So she had an addiction? Surely there were worse addictions to have, right? Although her teeth were probably starting to rot. He finally found a loaf of bread, some butter, and the slices of cheese she kept in the tiny fridge and made her a simple sandwich.
She drew the material she’d just bought out of her bag, and then stood to put it in the cupboard where she stored her supplies.
“What did I say, girl?” he said with exasperation.
“Just putting this away, and I’ve got to pee.”
Besides, she was feeling better. She put away the material, ignoring his thunderous face. She was kind of surprised he didn’t grab her and just put her where he wanted her.
She used the toilet, then took a moment to chill out. Her hands were still shaking slightly and she didn’t want him to see her like this. What had she been thinking? What if she’d actually hurt him?
“Damn it, Maeve. Get yourself together,” she muttered to herself.
She leaned her hands on the counter and bent her head, taking deep breaths. She was losing it. And over what? A sensation of being watched? Some roses delivered to the wrong house? Giant rats?
Yeah, she was definitely losing her mind.
A knock on the bathroom door startled her and she barely managed to hold in a cry.
“Maeve, you okay?”
“Fine. Just, uh, cramps.”
Really, Maeve. Cramps?
Wait . . . if she had cramps and he’s here because he wants sex . . .
Urgh. Really shot yourself in the foot there, didn’t you, Maeve?
What a dork.
She washed her hands a second time. Then moved to the door. She wasn’t expecting him to be standing right on the other side. In fact, she figured he might already be out the door.
All he wanted was sex.
Except, he didn’t always act that way, did he? He was surprisingly protective. Although, maybe that was just who he was.
He might be a guy who always took care of those around him. She could see that.