Nick’s frustrated tone sent a swift sliver of irritation through her. If looks could kill, Nick would be in rigor mortis. Skylar had both hands covered in pot holders taped at the wrists, and although this could be looked on as an exercise in kinky, being covered in itchy chicken pox rash was the last thing making Skylar feel sexy. “Have you taken your Tylenol?” he asked. She snorted. Temporary truce or not, he was not helping. “Whoever said pain medication helps with itching lied.” “That's all the medication you can take that is safe for the baby.” She didn’t have to like the voice of reason. “I know.” She was grumpy, but it didn't make her voice sound less so. “If you stop squirming around like that and promise to be good, I will consider putting calamine lotion on your back.” Music to her ears. Skylar stopped squirming and rubbing the pot holders along her thighs. “Promise?” She was still trying to figure out why he was being nice to her. He’d made it clear he didn’t trust her, but it didn’t stop him from taking care of her.
