Two weeks later
Cordelia winced as she took another step towards the coffee machine. Jesus, being shot sucked, and the recovery time dragged on forever.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
She turned to see Hunter glaring at her from the doorway of his kitchen.
“To get a coffee.” She smiled in her most winsome way. “And to stretch my legs a bit.”
“You want a coffee, you ask me. I’ll get it for you.” He crossed the kitchen, muttering under his breath. She thought she heard the words, ‘stubborn woman’ and ‘be the death of me’ and she hid her grin. “And if you want to stretch your legs, don't. Sit on your gorgeous ass and be still, woman.”
She sat at the kitchen table. “But I’ve been sitting on my ass for two weeks. I swear, I can actually feel it getting wider.”
“So?” He poured the coffee an
