he pleaded. She stared at him, assessing him. He was in so much pain, but he didn’t want her. She nodded. “I’m just next door if you need me.” “Fine, goodnight,” he ground out, still holding his leg. Autumn left and got back into her bed. He moaned throughout the night and it stripped her raw that he didn’t want her help. Every groan was a pin prick to her heart. God help her, she loved him. Chapter Seven Autumn didn’t remember sleeping at all. The sun rose and so did she. It was quiet, almost too quiet. She showered and got dressed ready for her day on the couch. At least her attitude about bed rest had changed. It didn’t feel like a burden or hardship anymore. It was a necessity, one that she would gladly do for her baby. She wandered out to the great room, half expecting the dishes from last night to be there. Instead a plate of pastries and two carafes lay on the table. The carafes on the table were labeled regular and decaf. Neither mug nor plate had been used.
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