Leaning heavily on his crutch, Klempner turns for the stables, but Mitch snags a hand through his elbow, steering him toward the main house.
“Aren’t we going to your place?”
She angles him toward the front door. “We’ve set you up in one of the bedrooms upstairs. There’s more space there. The nurse is in the room next door and…”
“Nurse? What nurse? I don’t need a nurse…”
Mitch replies in words of steel gloved by velvet. “Yes, you do. At least for now…”
“But…”
“…I have my hands full with Vicky. I can’t be running around after you all day.”
Upstairs, Klempner mutters under his breath as he climbs into bed.
Michael gives him a sunny grin. “No point complaining. The nurse says you have to stay there.”
“Oh?” Klempner arches brows. “And you think some lard-assed nurse is going to…”
Mich
