He raised a single eyebrow.
Yeah, Fisher … I’m not the deer-in-the-headlights girl you don’t remember. I swap saliva. Drink beer. And have sex. Sometimes I even touch myself because it feels “good.”
“I’m a nurse. It’s strictly a medical question. It can be hard on relationships when accidents impair sexual function. And sometimes it’s not a physical disability as much as it’s an emotional issue.”
“My dick works just fine.”
“Maybe you should do something that takes your mind off your situation.”
“What’s my situation?” He grabbed the beer bottle back from me and frowned when he noticed it was empty.
“Your arm is still in a cast. I’m sure your family is still coddling you. And you’re living with a stranger who wants you to get fitted for a tux so she can take your name and have your babies.”
His lips twisted. After a few seconds, he nodded several times. “That’s not entirely inaccurate. So what distraction do you suggest?”
“I could give you some of my crossword puzzles to work on.”
There it was again. That look. The one I missed as a nervous eighteen-year-old girl with an insane crush on the naked fisherman. The one I didn’t miss when we took dinner to his house after he came home from the hospital and I told him about my hobby.
“Why do you keep mentioning puzzles? I’m not sure I even like crossword puzzles.”
“No?” I did his signature head cock. “Huh … I thought I felt a vibe. Must not have.”
“A crossword puzzle vibe?”
“Something like that.” My lips pressed together to conceal my grin.
“Dinner’s ready,” Rory said as she opened the door.
Fisher’s gaze stayed glued to me, just where I liked it. Where it belonged.
“Need help standing?” I pushed off the pillar and held out my hand.
Shaking his head, he leaned forward and stood on his own while mumbling, “I don’t need help getting anything up.”
“Believing you can is half the battle,” I murmured back to him as I headed into the house.
It was just a whisper, but I felt pretty certain he said, “Smart ass,” as he followed me into the house.
“Let’s get your stuff unloaded,” Rose suggested right after dinner.
“I don’t have a lot. I sold the big pieces because I knew you wouldn’t have room for them, and I didn’t want to store them.” I headed out to the driveway.
“Fisher, do you want a ride home?” Rory asked as she set the dinner dishes by the sink.
“It’s three blocks. I think I can manage. Besides, I should help unload Reese’s things from the trailer.”
“No.” I turned just as I stepped outside. “Your arm is in a cast.”
“So?”
“So we’ve got it.”
“I have one good arm.” He stepped outside, forcing me to take a step backward.
“Save it. We’ve got this. You know my arms are freakishly long.” I said it, and I couldn’t unsay it. For a second, I let myself forget that Fisher didn’t remember me or anything about me.
“They are?”
I nodded slowly before turning and making quick strides to the trailer. “That’s what some jerk told me once.” Opening the trailer, I grabbed one box while Rose took another box.