Despite his earlier instructions for her to stay put on the couch, Jessica followed Mark into the kitchen, determined to stretch her legs.
When he turned and gave her a pointed look, she preempted the question. “I need to walk. My legs are going numb.”
Instantly, his brows pulled together in full medical-alert mode. “They feel numb? Are you getting pins and needles? Any difficulty walking or—”
“Mark,” she interrupted, more amused than annoyed, “I just meant I needed to move, not that I’m having some kind of neurological event.”
He grimaced, visibly trying to rein in his overreaction. “Okay, so maybe that was a slight overreaction.”
“Slight?” she teased, arching a brow.
He gave a sheepish, self-deprecating smile and jerked his head toward the two stools by the counter. “Fine. Go sit o
