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She recalled them without much effort The last time she was in his bed, he’d asked her to leave, told her he needed to get a good night’s sleep, and she’d left him with a pro her welcoain

If only she’d known then how eventually, no thanks to their current living arrangements, he’d make a liar out of her

“I re the covers over her head and rolling over to her sore left side “You never wanted to cuddle in the s, and you often skipped foreplay Man, you made some woman a happy wife, didn’t you?”

“I’m not married yet, and you know this”

“Hoould I know anything about you, Hank? We lost touch We didn’t write or call If et a postcard, never sent an e- an extended argu for the pill bottle located next to her bed but decidedly preferred a clear head, so she hadn’t desired often since her accident

The disco her pain was easier with distractions Hank provided an alternative to drugs, although she wasn’t sure if he was the lesser of two evils

In terms of addictions, she felt confident she could beat a potential pill probleinable After all this ti—she’d never kick the habit

“You’ll ith your physical therapist this ”

“I just got here yesterday afternoon I can’t—”

Hank yanked the coverlet away fro you if you wanted to ith Don—he’s your PT, by the way—and I don’t think I said please Get your pretty little ass up and meet him downstairs in thirty minutes The two of you should be done by noon I’ll meet you out by the track around then”

“I’ainst the mattress

“I see so at her hand “I never said you were sliding behind the wheel today I just said I’ll meet you around twelve”

She grunted, flipped over, though it was more like a slow roll, and buried her head under the pillow “Why are you doing this?” she asked, aware her muffled voice made her sound like a helpless child

“Because you would do the same for me”

“That’s where you’re wrong I wouldn’t, Hank”