“How much longer do you have to wear the cast?” Her chin juts toward my left arm. “It comes off next week.” I fidget in place as she fires questions at me. I wasn’t prepared to see her and my defenses slowly rise back up, turning me back into the grumpy asshole I’ve become this past month. “What kind of physical therapy are you—” “You can’t just show up uninvited, scale my fence, and act like my pool is your personal getaway.” Her eyes widen like a hurt puppy at my gruff tone and scolding words, but then slowly a fire lights up behind those hazel irises and everything in her body language
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