Second Chance Hero. Winnie Griggs

None of this was her fault. “I’m sorry, I’m just tired of being treated like an invalid.”

      She recovered quickly. “Of course. But you do know that you have to take it easy if you want to heal properly, don’t you?”

      “I do. But I don’t take well to mollycoddling. In fact, I can get absolutely churlish. Which is why I should head on back to my place now.”

      That set her back again. “Nonsense. We’ve already agreed that you should spend the night here. Nothing’s changed.”

      Oh, but it had. In fact, everything had changed. “I know what I said earlier. But now that I’ve had my rest, I’m thinking clearer and I believe it’s better if I go on home.” He shifted, feeling at a distinct disadvantage dressed in this ridiculous nightshirt.

      She crossed her arm like a schoolmarm confronting an unreasonable child. “Uncle Grover, as an experienced physician, would certainly know better than you how to deal with your injuries. And he has stated that it’s important for someone to keep an eye on you for at least twenty-four hours.”