“What in the world?” Lolli frowns at me as I hobble past her, limping on my way to the coffee maker. “Rough night, sugarplum?”
Fuck. I can’t exactly tell my grandmother that the gorgeous houseguest she opened her home to re-sprained my groin when I rode her too hard last night. Even if it was totally worth it, and I’d do it a hundred times over.
Fuck“No. I’m fine,” I lie. Wincing silently, I grip the countertop hard enough to turn my knuckles white.
“Fine, my tail feather. Go sit down. I’ll bring you coffee. And some frozen peas.” Lolli waves me from the room and I shuffle into the sunroom, sinking onto the rattan sofa carefully.
Ouch.
OuchLess than a minute later, she’s back, standing before me with that same worried expression. “Here you go.” Lolli sets a steaming mug of coffee on t
