to find Isabelle. She was kneeling on the kitchen floor, cleaning up the oil that spilled by the stove. Only then did he remember that sheâd burned her leg, and wondered if it still hurt.
Maybe he should have considered that before he put the moves on her. Of course, he hadnât started it this time, had he? Seducing her had been the last thing on his mind.
Okay, maybe not the last thingâ¦
She saw him standing there and shot to her feet. âIâm so sorry. If I had known it was him at the doorââ
âI told you to answer it, Isabelle. Itâs not your fault.â
âHe wonât tell anyone, will he?â
âHe promised not to. Heâs going to be staying here for a few days. Possibly until Thanksgiving.â
âOh.â
âIt wonât change anything. Except maybe youâll be feeding one more person.â
âThere are always leftovers, anyway.â
âWhat he said to you, it was uncalled for. It wonât happen again. I told him that heâs not allowed to give you a hard time.â
âBecause youâre the only one allowed to make disparaging comments?â
Something like that. Although now when he thought about saying something rude, it just made him feel like a jerk. He kept thinking about what Alejandro said, about the new developments. That she might be innocent. And even if she was involved somehow, was he so beyond reproach that he felt he had the right to judge her?
That didnât change what she had done to him, and what her father did to his family. For that she was getting exactly what she deserved.
âIâm sorry I ruined breakfast,â she said. âI guess hash browns are a little out of my league.â
Or maybe it was the result of him distracting her. He never would have done it if he had known she would get hurt. âSo youâll make easier things from now on.â
âI donât think frying potatoes would be considered complicated. I think Iâm just hopeless when it comes to cooking. But thanks for taking care of me. Itâs been a really long time since someone has done something nice for me. Someone besides my mom, anyway.â
âYour husband didnât do nice things for you?â He didnât mean to ask the question. He didnât give a flying fig what her husband did or didnât do. It just sort of popped out.
âLenny took very good care of me,â she said, an undercurrent of bitterness in her voice. âI didnât want for a single thing when I was married to him.â
But she wasnât happy, her tone said.
Well, she had made her own bed. Emilio would have given her anything, done anything to make her happy. But that hadnât been enough for her.
Her loss.
She pulled off her gloves, wincing a bit when it jostled her bandaged finger.
âIt still hurts?â he asked, and she shrugged. âAny signs of infection?â
âItâs fine.â
That was her standard answer. It could be black with gangrene and she would probably say it was fine. âWhen was the last time you changed the dressing?â
âLast nightâ¦I think.â
From the condition of the bandage he would guess it was closer to the night before last. Clearly she wasnât taking care of it. He didnât want to be responsible if it got infected.
He held out his hand. âLetâs see it.â
She didnât even bother arguing, she just held her hand out to him. He peeled the bandage off. The cut itself hadclosed, but the area around it was inflamed. Thereâs no way she could not have known it was infected. âDamn, Isabelle, are you trying to lose a finger?â
âIâve been busy.â
âToo busy to take care of yourself?â He dropped her hand. âYou still have the antibiotic ointment?â
She nodded.
âUse it. I want you to put a fresh dressing on it three times a day until the infection is cleared
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