“Whatcha doing here?” “Picking you up,” he answered, even as his hand took the bag from me. Could I have held on to it? Sure. But I wasn’t going to. But still… “You don’t need any of this though,” Rip told me. Now that had me hesitating and narrowing my eyes. “Why?” He gestured me to get into the truck. “You’re not going to work. We’re going to the doctor.” I stared at that handsome face, taking in the fact that he wasn’t trying to avert his eyes or be sneaky or anything like that. He was being serious.
He’s so-
