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“I’ for her cane

Duke grabbed the wooden crutch before her hand landed on the curve hook shaping the top “You don’t need that”

“Yes I do”

“Not today,” he said, tossing the stick away He held out his arm “I’ll help you”

“I don’t want your help”

“You may not, but you have my assistance anyway”

She teetered around, grabbing for the nightstand in an effort to keep froht I’ this because if I didn’t, Frank would souilt and blame after the accident I’m not here for you or your brother I’m here because Frank is like a father to me and he asked me to come, expected it really”

“Frank isn’t to blame Hank and I accept that responsibility”

“That’s bullshit and you know it I chose to leave here” A beat later, she added, “And even though you tossed me over your back and acted like Rambo, I still made the choice to come home with you I can leave whenever I want I’ll walk out of here in the ht if I have to”

“Don’t you mean hobble?”

“Fuck you, Duke”

“Youwith a hint of lust “On second thought, that’s probably a given”

She grated back bad words then and thought of all sorts of nasty names she wanted to call hi his hips back and forth until he was obviously comfortable He kicked up his dusty boots and studied the his spurs as if they were theaccessory he’d ever purchased

“You can’t just coht at home”

“I a I henever I take the notion?