“Humor me. If the physician says everything is fine, I’ll leave you alone.”
“No, you’ll buy me dinner, and this time, sit with me during our shared meal.”
His eyes crinkle with mirth. “Are you asking me out,Sunshine?”
At least he’s not calling me clumsy. “I wouldn’t dream of it,Grumpster.”
“That sounds like Dumpster,” he huffs, clearly unamused. “That better not stick.”
“Then don’t be such a grump.”
He growls and leans in. I swear he’s about to kiss me. Maybe it’s because I want him to kiss me. My lips tingle, and he sweeps me off my feet, his arm coming up under my legs as he carries me.
“Put me down!” I laugh, and while yesterday, his carrying me was romantic because my ankle hurt, today, I’m embarrassed by the attention he’s giving me.
“Not until I’ve taken you to be checked out,” he says.
“You’ve been checking me out,” I say cheekily.
For a moment, I think he’s going to drop me. I wrap my arms around his neck. It’s the most romantic gesture a man’s ever made, carrying me, and now he’s done it twice.
There’s silence between us and chatter in the halls as he carries me through the lodge and outside.
I grumble at the cold, wincing. Couldn’t the physician be in the main building?
There’s a medical building that isn’t attached, but it will be one day. An overhang covers the top and plastic sheeting to keep the elements out but no heat.
I shiver, clinging closer and tighter to Logan.
“Sorry, we’re almost there,” he grumbles as we approach the door, and he backs up with his butt, hitting the handicap button to open the door automatically.
Logan carries me into the medical center with ease. It’s a small waiting room out front, and he puts me down in one of the chairs.
“Mr. Henderson, how can I help you?” the receptionist asks.
“Cali took a tumble yesterday in the lodge. She twisted her ankle and then had another near miss walking in the hallway. I’d like the physician to look her over. Make sure there isn’t something neurologically wrong with her.”
“My head is fine. You’re the one with the stick up your ass. Maybe you should have a doctor check to see how far it’s been shoved up there.”
I can’t help the snarkiness, and Logan turns around and tilts his head, eyes wide. He looks shocked, or he’s appalled by my remark.
Well, he has been a grumpy ass. What’d he expect? There’s only so much of the man I can take. Unless we’re talking sex, I can take one hundred percent of him inside of me.
My gaze moves over his body and down to his tight-fitting jeans.
The receptionist forces a smile. “You’re already here. How about we have the physician look you over to make sure you’re all right.”
With two sets of eyes staring back at me, it’s hard to say no. “You owe me dinner,” I say, pointing at Logan.
“It would be an honor.”
Somehow, I don’t think he means it. He’s putting on a show for the receptionist.
Why? Is he concerned that she might start a rumor about him sleeping with a guest? I’m sure there’s better gossip around the lodge.
“Do you need a wheelchair to head back to one of the rooms?” the receptionist asks.
“No, I can walk,” I say, and stand. I sway slightly, and it takes a few seconds for my feet to feel like they’re back on land again.