Free Irresistible by Susan Mallery Page A

He’d thought the comment about him looking like some damn TV character was the real low point of the day, but he’d been wrong.
    “We’re here,” he said, perhaps with more relief than necessary as he pulled into the driveway of the apartment building.
    Elissa rushed out and opened the passenger door. “Are you all right?” she asked Mrs. Ford, then looked at him. “Is she all right?”
    He’d phoned her from the hospital to let her know what was going on. Ironic how he’d moved to this apartment in this neighborhood where he didn’t know anyone so he could live quietly and anonymously. So far that wasn’t happening.
    “She’s good,” he said. “Loopy from the pain medication, but otherwise fine.”
    “I have stitches,” the old woman announced. “And the doctor was very pretty, but Walker didn’t even look at her. He only has eyes for you.”
    “How thrilling,” Elissa said. “Let me help you inside.”
    “I’ll carry her,” Walker said. “Take her purse and open the door.”
    She did as he asked. He picked up Mrs. Ford and started toward the apartment.
    “At least you don’t have to lug me upstairs,” she cackled.
    “That wouldn’t be a problem,” he said. He doubted she weighed eighty pounds.
    Elissa hovered by the door. “I’ve already turned back her bed. She’ll need to rest. Just put her there. We can get her changed later.”
    He was going to assume the “we” on the table was her and Zoe, because he had lines he wasn’t willing to cross.
    Once Mrs. Ford was in bed, Elissa sat on the edge of the mattress and smoothed back her white hair. “You scared me.”
    “I’m fine, dear. It was all my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” She yawned. “Oh, goodness. It must be that pain medication. I so rarely nap.”
    But her eyes were already closing.
    “Want me to put on the television?” Elissa asked.
    “That would be nice. Maybe QVC. There’s a jewelry showcase this week.”
    Elissa found the channel, then eased out of the room.
    “What happened?” she asked Walker when they were back in her kitchen. He could hear the sound of a video in the background and guessed it was on to entertain Zoe.
    “She said she was watching TV and cut herself. The cut was deep so I took her in for stitches.” He pulled out the prescription bottle from his shirt pocket. “These are painkillers. She’ll need to eat when she takes them so she doesn’t get sick to her stomach. And she’ll need to make an appointment with her regular doctor to get the stitches out in about ten days. The good news is the cut is on her left hand and she’s right-handed. She’ll still be able to do things.”
    Elissa leaned against the counter. “I’m grateful you were here. If you hadn’t been…”
    “She would have called 911.”
    “I’d like to think so, but she’s so independent.” Elissa touched his arm. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
    “Thanking me isn’t your job.”
    “Not many people would have bothered.”
    “I don’t know many who would have let an old woman bleed to death.”
    “You know what I mean. You’ve been great and you didn’t have to be.” She smiled. “I still think it’s a surprise you’re not married. There had to have been women.”
    “Why are we talking about this?”
    “We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Is it a commitment issue?”
    He groaned. “Elissa, let it go. You told me you didn’t want to have sex with me and I believed you. So you should believe me. I’m very content being alone. Don’t try to save me. I’m not worth it.”
    “Of course you are, but it’s interesting that you don’t believe it. Besides, no one really wants to be alone.”
    “Using your argument I could say no one really wants to go without sex.”
    “I’m trying to make smart choices.”
    Too bad she wasn’t trying to drive him crazy because then this conversation would be a big win for her.
    “So am I,” he said.
    “Fine. Dinner is in two hours. I’ll be