CHAPTER 21

She remembered Paxton saw her apartment, the day she left the hospital. Rhiannon rushed to her own defense.

“My apartment isn’t always the way it was when you saw it. I… Uhm… I was sort of... preoccupied last month.”

“I wasn’t criticizing you. I was just stating a fact. Do you think I care about your apartment?”

“Put me down, Paxton. Where do you think you’re going? What are you doing?”

“I need to clean up your foot, and the nearest bathtub is on the second floor. Since you don’t like elevators, I’m carrying you up.”

“But I can handle elevators,” she said testily, perversely annoyed at his thoughtfulness.

“Right…”

Paxton grinned down at her.

“You do them so well.”

“I practice.”

“Really? How? Like one would a piano?”

Her lips twitched. She fought not to smile.

“Sort of.”

He wasn’t nice.

She didn’t like him.

She didn’t find him amusing.

Paxton was making fun of her neurotic fear, a fear that was perfectly logical cons