Chapter 23

“Have you taken any aspirin?” he asked.

“No. I feel about meds about the same way I do about doctors. Most of them are a scam to make money.” I said that without blinking an eye, even though I had popped a couple. After all, it was only aspirin, and it did help.

“So you’d rather suffer than feel better?” he replied sardonically.

“You should know me better than that. I did take some.”

He rolled his eyes. “There are times when I wonder why I bother.” He picked up his bags. “I’ll put my clothes in the bedroom, but obviously I’ll be sleeping on the sofa.”

Before I could reply he headed up to the loft. Because of the railing at the living room side of the bedroom, I could see him bustling around as he unpacked. I almost called up to say he could have the bed. After all, my sleeping on the sofa would still be several steps up from where I normally slept. Then I decided not to. With my luck, he’d only suggest the bed was large enough we could share it, and that I was not aboutto do.