Chapter Eighty-Five
Letting out a breath, I pushed myself forward. Walking into the kitchen, Nick wasn’t there and for a moment, I thought that he had left. That it had been too much for him and he had broken his promise to me.
My throat tightened, but I heard a loud bang coming from the little laundry room behind the kitchen.
“Damn, that hurt.” Nick growled and I moved over to the open doorway. He stood in front of the dryer, the white wicker basket at his feet as he rubbed the back of his head. The dryer drawer was swinging behind him and I realized that he had smacked himself in the back of the head.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my eyebrows knitting together as I watched him shake his head.
“Getting the clothes out of the dryer. Mom always used to complain that if they weren’
