A grade 1 abductor strain means my only chores are lots of time in the sauna and the hot tub this week. Except yeah. Not going out there, because Ransom is doing exterior carpentry (or I guess his team is, because honestly I don't believe he even knows which end of a hammer is the bonky part) and then when the weather warms a little they will begin inside.
Because I couldn't put it off forever.
Or we could move. Gosh, I whine. I hate mess.
Jesus, Bridge. You're going to love it. And he turns out to be the best choice for the job. Christian is here today filling in for Lochlan who. has. to. work.
There must be a thousand contractors here. The mainland is all new development. Can't we find someone-
Just keep away from him.
I plan to.
That lasted ten whole minutes, not even enough time for me to finish my coffee and Ransom is in my kitchen. Jesus. Can we just lock a door or something?
Mrs. Macintosh, he smiles at me like he's waiting for me to offer him coffee. I do nothing of the kind. I don't like him at all.
And you are? Apologies if we've met before. Watching his face fall as he realizes he's failed to charm me is better than any pain relief I've had thus far. Sometimes I get why people chose to be evil. It's weirdly utterly satisfying.
Ransom _________. We met before Christmas? I'm overseeing the improvements to your beautiful property.
Did we? Well it's lovely to see you again. I go back to Lochlan's ipad which he left on the counter and I don't look up again even though I know damn well PJ is biting his fist trying not to laugh, bending deep at the knees on the other side of the counter for the shit I just pulled, which is something I hardly ever do so that's when you know something isn't right. I get up to leave, albeit slowly. If Ransom is here I don't plan to be.
Batman comes in and sees me moving gingerly. Bridge. What's up?
Waiting on the meds to kick in.
Are you sick? Ransom interjects. He needs to be whacked with the blunt end of a boundary here. Jesus.
No, I've aggravated an old leg injury. I'll be fine.
How did that happen?
Sex, obviously. Have a nice day. I turn and take the ipad and head up the steps. Fuck my life. There's nine people watching me limp slightly so I turn and glare back at them. At least Ben is upstairs sleeping still so I can curl up with him and lick my wounds. Later I'll call Caleb and ask if he can just fuck me like a normal man for once ever but he's going to laugh and tell me not in this lifetime. I know it.
I hope Lochlan comes home soon so I don't have to burn this place down.