straight razor and box of Colgate shaving soap laid out. Struck by her thoughtfulness, Caleb didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“I can help you to the table,” she added.
“That won’t be necessary,” he murmured, tired of being weak in front of her. “If you’ll just pull the chair out for me, I can make it on my own steam.”
“I’ll be right here in case you need me.”
“I believe I can make it a couple of feet,” he muttered drily, but by the time he finally sank into the hard-backed chair, he was winded and dizzy and his entire leg throbbed.
One look at his face and she huffed a sigh. Picking up the shaving brush, she moved in front of him and dipped up a dollop of shaving soap.
“What are you doing?”
The cool cream swiped along his jawline. “I’m saving you from further injury, that’s what.”
Her knees brushed against his. The accidental contact incited awareness he could ill afford. He clenched his fists. “You are not going to shave me.”
Becca straightened, brush held midair. As if reasoning with a child, she stated calmly, “Hold up your hand.”
When he just stared at her, she took hold of his right hand and lifted it. “Hold it out flat.”
With a scowl, he did as she instructed. There was no disguising the slight trembling. She arched an I-told-you-so brow. He curled his fingers into a tight fist and lowered it to his lap.
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