Dax announced unnecessarily.I sat up and Wyatt opened the truck door. He held it open, standing back for me. I climbed out after him, walking between the two of them up the steps and into the house.“Recliner,” Dax commanded. “I’ll get you some water. Chill.”Wyatt handed me the remote control.“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Dax shook his head. “You can’t just hand over the power like that. I know she’s wounded and all, but she might put on some chick-flick or something.”I laughed, turning on the TV, and searching until I found a soccer game. Dax sighed. “Could be worse,” I said. Dax rolled his eyes and headed for the kitchen while Wyatt stood there. “Sit.” I pointed at the couch. “Before you fall.”He flopped onto the couch, listing to the side. I really wished I was there on the couch with him. My hand fisted around the remote. Yes, I’d used him as a human pillow on the way home, but that didn’t mean anything…as long as I didn’t act like it meant anything. I mean, I’d have flopped on Dax if he hadn’t been driving, right?
