Chapter 20

“And physically?” He gave me a stern look as I opened my mouth. “The truth, boy.”

I laughed, because lying to him never occurred to me. “A little sore. My stomach hurts, but not badly. Just…like I overdid it a little. I’m fine. Really.”

Holden nodded. “Okay, good. Are you hungry?”

I shrugged. “I could eat.”

“What can I get you?” He tapped my hip and moved me to the second chair. I missed his touch and warmth immediately.

“I can get—” I stopped abruptly at his hard stare and changed tack. “Um. A scrambled egg? With cheese and toast.”

“You got it.” He stood and crossed the kitchen. He seemed to know where I kept my frying pan, and didn’t hesitate to rummage in the fridge. He’d clearly gone snooping. Part of me thought I should be offended. But I wasn’t. I was glad he felt comfortable enough in my home to help himself to anything he wanted.