He didn’t know how long he was lying there curled up in the fetal position. He could only focus on the pain. Trying to subdue it in his mind, he kept telling himself the pain would lessen with each breath and eventually it would pass. At some point his eyes could focus enough to see Lizzie standing over him. He could hear her voice, sounding far way and asking him if he was all right. No, I’m not all right. Damn it. Finally the pain subsided to a dull kind of ache, and he was able to prop himself up on one elbow. He looked up at Lizzie.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“I’m beginning to think it’s too risky being around you.”
Lizzie laughed lightly. She grimaced when Jack grit his teeth as he made a move to get up. “Maybe you shouldn’t get up just yet.”
“Just help me up, will you?”
She held out her hand to him. Before she knew what had happened, she was tumbling across his legs and found herself sprawled on the ground beside him. She looked at him, her eyes ablaze. She tried to get up but he pushed her back down and held her there.
“I wonder what I should do with you?” he said while grinning down at her.
“I’m just wondering what your payback should be?”
“There has to be some kind of payback.”
“Let me up this instant or so help me—”
“You know you’re kind of cute when you’re feisty. Like a frisky little kitten.”
There it was—that look and that smile. It infuriated her. She swung her arms and legs at him but he moved too quickly. Grabbing her at her elbows and straddling her hips, he pinned her down. “So you want to wrestle now, is that it?”…………….
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