Mrs. Owens gushed for the millionth time as she cleaned the wound on Cassidy’s head. It really wasn’t all that bad now that the blood was cleared away. “I still just can’t imagine how that happened, Ben usually keeps that shop so tidy and organized.” Mrs. Owens said with consternation. “I really should have been more careful.” Cassidy said again. “I didn’t even notice the stack of crates until they were falling on me.” She laughed weakly. “Well you’re not getting back out in that yard today. Not in your condition. You can just help me around the kitchen if you’d like something to do.” Cassidy was going to argue that her “condition” really wasn’t that bad, but then she realized she would much rather spend the rest of the day indoors with Mrs. Owens. Even if it meant missing another sexy, farmer strip tease if Ben decided to take his shirt off again. Cassidy allowed Mrs.
