a headache.â
He laid the blankets on the couch. âYou donât know that.â
âYes, I do. You have that squinty look.â She deposited the sheets on top of the blankets. âYou should at least lie down for a while.â
He turned to her with a sigh. âLet up on me, okay? Iâm doing the best I can with a shitty situation.â
Remorse hit her. Sheâd allowed fear for his safety to turn her into a nagging pest, which wasnât getting either of them anywhere. âIâm sorry. I justââ
âI know.â His voice gentled. âAnd youâre right about everything. Iâm sure youâd be more efficient at getting the cabin ready. I should accept your generous offer and get some sleep. But I doubt I
could
sleep. Iâm way too keyed up about Mom, andââ he paused ââabout you.â
She met his gaze. This might not be the time, but they wouldnât be alone like this much longer. âWould you ever have come back?â
âI donât know.â He hesitated. âBut Iâm here now, and itâs like I never left. No, thatâs not right. I want you as much as ever, even when youâre a pain in the ass. I think I want you even more than I did before, but what used to be simple...isnât.â
The heat in his eyes made her tremble. âIt was never simple.â
âOh, sometimes it was. On a hot summer night when nothing mattered but taking off our clothes and losing ourselves in each other, it seemed pretty damned simple.â
She was stunned into speechlessness. That brief, honest description hurled her back to those nights, and she ached for him as fiercely as she had then. In his mind, the sex had been fun and uncomplicated. Sheâd been the one whoâd loaded down the relationship with expectations.
He blew out a breath. âBut obviously thatâs not how you remember it. Letâs postpone this discussion, okay? Just point me in the direction of the vacuum cleaner so I can get started.â
She should do that and go about her business. But there he stood, so jacked up with worry and sexual frustration that he couldnât get the sleep he needed. She was pretty tense, too, but the few hours of rest sheâd had meant her brain wasnât completely fried. âI have an idea.â
âWhatâs that?â
âWeâll fix up the cabin together, so itâll go twice as fast. Then you donât have to feel guilty about me doing it while youâre lying in a guest room staring at the ceiling.â
He looked unsure, but at last he nodded. âI guess thatâll be okay.â
âIâll get the vacuum cleaner and a laundry basket so we can carry everything at once. Oh, and youâll need towels and washcloths, so pull some of those out of the closet. And bars of soap.â
âYeah, I forgot about that stuff.â He rubbed a hand over his jaw. âI need to shower and get rid of this scruff before I go to the airport, or theyâll think Iâve turned into a vagrant.â
âThen you might as well bring your duffel, too.â
âMakes sense.â
Wow, that part had been easy. Her plan could still fall apart at any point along the way, and if it did, oh, well. But so far, so good. Anticipation and a slight case of nerves made her shiver as she headed for the laundry room where Rosie kept her canister vacuum cleaner.
Moments later they left the house with Cade lugging an oversize laundry basket full of linens and the vacuum. Lexi carried his duffel. Too bad she didnât have X-ray vision so she could see what was inside. When theyâd been dating heâd always carried condoms, but that didnât mean he had any with him now.
He paused to gaze at the rugged Bighorn range, still dusted with snow above the tree line. âIâve missed those mountains.â
âSo you didnât get attached to the ones in