she said as Hunter changed to another T.V. channel. “No, you’re not,” he countered calmly. This was the same argument they’d had for the last four nights. It had been nearly two weeks since she’d injured her ankle and she was going insane. In the beginning it had been sweet the way he’d taken care of her. He’d leave each morning for work, making sure she had everything she needed for the day then on the way home he’d pick up some takeout for dinner. Then they’d spend half the night making love. But enough was enough. This time she wasn’t backing down. “I no longer need the crutches, there’s no swelling and the bruising has pretty much faded. I’m going in tomorrow and if you won’t take me in then I’ll just find my own way.” She glared at him stubbornly as he turned off the T.V. and turned to her. “You will not.”
