“The walk of someone who’s not done yet,” she said. “You just forgot for a minute.”
My throat tightened unexpectedly.
She stood, gathering the muffin wrappers. “I’ll let you get dressed. Everyone should try it at least once by one in the afternoon.”
I groaned, and she winked.
“Take it slow, okay? No heavy lifting, no running, no sudden movements or life-altering decisions.”
I glanced down at my teacup, warmth sliding through me in a way I didn’t expect. It was ridiculous how touched I felt that this woman, this absolute stranger, cared enough to fuss over me.
When was the last time anyone had fussed over me?
“I’ll do my best,” I murmured, trying my best to make my voice sound normal.
And then she was gone, the door closing behind her with a soft click.
I stared at the door for a m
