Taylor lifted her daughter in her arms and carried her to the porch. Cory struggled off the wooden swing and limped toward the door.
"Do you want me to take her?" He held out his arms.
She arched a brow. "Of course not. You're too weak, silly." Chuckling, she stepped into the house and proceeded up the stairs.
He clenched his jaw. Weak? He hated that word. It didn't fit in his vocabulary. Determined to show her how strong he was, he followed her up the stairs, gnashing his teeth every time a place in his body ached.
He leaned against the door frame of Meggie's room while Taylor helped her daughter change into her pajamas. The darling little girl hesitated at the edge of her bed. She turned and looked his way. She rushed to him, threw her arms around his legs and hugged him in a tight
