Chapter Thirteen
Had she nodded off? Stupid VCR still wasn’t set. Her head rested on Eric’s warm chest as it rose and fell like clockwork. God, she was sweating in her terrycloth robe. Why was she so hot?
The TV blasted yet another Lucy episode. When she reached for the remote, her ankle screamed.
Jumping out of sleep, Eric muttered, “What? What’s... what?”
“Ah, my ankle! It hurts like hell!”
Eric rubbed his face and mumbled, “Stop being so difficult. Just let me take you to the hospital.
“No!”
His head fell back against the sofa and he let out a sleepy moan. “What are you so afraid of?”
“Nothing. I just know there’s nothing wrong with me.”
“Except that you scream when you move.”
“I was asleep,” she tried to explain. “I forgot it was going to hurt.”
Eric rolled off th
