She remembered that Paxton had seen her apartment the day she left the hospital. Rhiannon rushed to her defense.
“My apartment isn’t always like that...”
“I wasn’t criticizing you. I was stating a fact…”
“Okay... Put me down.”
“I can’t. I need to clean up the wound, and the nearest bathtub is on the second floor.”
“I can walk…” she said testily.
“Of course you can…” he said, grinning.
Was he making fun of her?
Was he really worried?
‘Be careful,’ the little voice inside her head said. ‘Don't trust him.’
When they reached the bathroom, he helped her sit down on the edge of the tub. Kneeling, Paxton ran his hands over her ankle before he lifted her foot and examined it.
“It’s not a deep wound,” Paxton stated as he gently removed a couple of pieces of glass. “I need to make sure I
