childish. She clenched her teeth, then grudgingly said, âYouâre right, and this isnât getting us anywhere. Iâll try to keep her away from you. Before you pass out again, you need to eat something. What would you like?â
âIâm not hungry.â
âOkay, Iâll fix you a smoothie.â
An appalled expression crossed his face before he quickly blanked it and said, âNo, thanks, Iâm really not hungry.â
âI didnât ask if you were hungry.â Her tone was curt. âIf you donât have something, youâll just get weaker. Itâs common sense. If you arenât up to solid food, I can throw together a smoothie with some peanut butter, milk, bananaâthings like that. That way youâll at least have something nourishing.â
âHow about just some milk?â
âFine with me, as long as it has peanut butter and a banana in it.â
He muttered something under his breath, but her own expression must have said heâd drink it or wear it, so he finally said, âI donât care, make what you want.â
She intended to. She turned and went to the kitchen, which meant the middle section of the wide-open bottom floor plan. She lived in a barnâa real, honest-to-God barn, one that she herself had overseen the design and renovation of, though it hadnât been for herself because sheâd never wanted to live in a barn. Sheâd done it for a client who had then backed out on her, leaving her saddled with debt and a barn dwelling she didnât want in a location she hadnât picked for herself.
But it had worked out. She couldnât say it hadnât. The barn had become hers, and she had made a life for herself here in this little corner of West Virginia, with the mountains and rivers and plenty of space for Tricks. She had friends, she had a jobâtwo of themâand damn if she wasnât content with it all.
The kitchen was a brightly lit square, framed by posts that set it off, and the flooring was slate while the rest of the first floor was plank hardwood. It was so open that she could keep an eye on both Tricks and Yancy while she threw things into the blender: milk, yogurt, peanut butter, a banana, vanilla flavoring. She kept the portions small, because she didnât think heâd be able to down very much. That was guessing on her part because sheâd never been seriously ill or injured, but she imagined his appetite would be slow to return. The trick was to keep enough nutrients in him that heâd get better. The deal was to give him a safe place to recuperate, right? Once he had recuperated and could take care of himself, heâd be gone; therefore, the better care she took of him now, even if she had to bully him to eat, the better the deal for her.
Besides, she liked the idea of bullying him. Heâd not only tried to choke her, but he didnât like Tricks. She found the second charge the most damning. Okay, so a lot of people werenât animal lovers, but considering his position in her house heâd been damned rude about it. He wasnât even allergic because he hadnât started sneezing or anything evenwhen he was lying on the sofa, where Tricks liked to lounge. Some people were just butts, with no other explanation needed for their behavior.
She added ice to the blender and turned it on, running it until the contents were smooth. Then she poured it into a glass, stuck a straw in it, and took it to the sofa. âHere,â she said, setting the glass on the end table. âCheers.â
Reluctantly he picked up the smoothie and sipped at it. It must not have been as bad as heâd anticipated, because he took a few more sips, then sighed and set it down. âThanks,â he said, and though the word was grudging at least he said it.
âYouâre welcome. I need to take her for a walkââ At the word âwalk,â Tricks grabbed her tennis