This was not how he had planned his first night at home with Trisha. He felt too dizzy and sick to even get out of bed. He now had three sutures in the cut above his eye, and Trisha was busy waiting on him as though she were a maid and he an invalid.“Here you go,” she said warmly as she set a tray on the bed. “I wasn’t sure if you would want any dinner, but I thought you might want to try.”Truthfully, the scent of food turned his stomach upside down, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. This vulnerability thing was embarrassing. He was Anatoly Zaretsky. He wasn’t supposed to be knocked onto his ass by a couple of American ex military who happened to jump him on a walk through the woods. It sounded pathetic, and the whole thing made him grumpy.“Anatoly, what’s wrong?” she asked softly.He watched her climb up onto the bed beside him and curl up against the pillows. Her expression was inviting, and she seemed more worried about him than he could remember anyone else ever being.
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