Chapters (57)
- Praise for the previous novels of Jodi Thomas
- Also by
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Friday
- Chapter 1 - Benjamin
- Chapter 2 - Ketch
- Chapter 3 - Tuesday’s World
- Saturday
- Chapter 4 - Benjamin
- Chapter 5 - Ketch
- Chapter 6 - Amelia
- Chapter 7 - Tuesday’s World
- Sunday
- Chapter 8 - Harrison
- Chapter 9 - Ketch
- Chapter 10 - Hank
- Chapter 11 - Ketch
- Chapter 12 - Benjamin
- Chapter 13 - Harrison
- Chapter 14 - Ketch
- Chapter 15 - Harrison
- Chapter 16 - Benjamin
- Chapter 17 - Benjamin
- Chapter 18 - Ketch
- Chapter 19 - Benjamin
- Saturday
- Chapter 20 - Ketch
- Chapter 21 - Hank
- Monday
- Chapter 22 - Jenny
- Chapter 23 - Benjamin
- Chapter 24 - Ketch
- Wednesday
- Chapter 25 - Hank
- Chapter 26 - Hank
- Chapter 27 - Benjamin
- Chapter 28 - Benjamin
- Chapter 29 - Ketch
- Chapter 30 - Hank
- Sunday
- Chapter 31 - Ben
- Chapter 32 - Ketch
- Chapter 33 - Hank
- Chapter 34 - Ketch
- Chapter 35 - Ketch
- Chapter 36 - Ben
- Chapter 37 - Hank
- Chapter 38 - Benjamin
- Chapter 39 - Ketch
- Chapter 40 - Benjamin
- Chapter 41 - Ketch
- Chapter 42 - Hank
- Epilogue - Christmas on Primrose Hill
- Teaser chapter
That reminded her why she was in his office. “We’ll see your farm later in the week, Professor. Right now, we need to get down to your questions about the project we’re working on.”
Jenny wasn’t surprised when he picked up a notebook. The man had written his questions down. For a moment, she’d thought he was human. Now he was back to being a robot. He probably hadn’t swum in the horse tank. His father more than likely had tossed him in to see if he’d rust.
Answering his questions as concisely as possible, she secretly smiled. She might not be attracted to Ben, but the curiosity in her decided to push a bit harder to find the core of him.
He could experiment with plants. She planned to experiment with him.
Chapter 13 - Harrison
Chapter 13
Harrison
Tuesday
The Librarian’s Checkup
“Millie, you are not going to try to put that shirt on by yourself. It’ll hurt like hell.” Hank paced the small bedroom lined with books. If her house ever caught fire, this place would burn for days.
She looked at him with her proper librarian stare. “I’m not going into my appointment wearing a hospital gown. I’ve had this thing on for three days. I can move the sleeve of the shirt an inch at a time, so turn around, Harrison. I’m not letting you see me nude.”
Hank fought down a dozen swear words. They’d been together three full days and nights. He’d helped her eat, carried her around, even helped her take a sponge bath under a tent he’d rigged. When was she going to figure out they were not strangers?
“You are a stubborn woman, Millie. Modesty has its limits. The dog agrees with me.” When she looked away from him and toward the pup, Hank nodded his head.
Rambo did the same.
Millie huffed as if they were ganging up on her. “Don’t push me, Harrison.”
She was fighting back tears. They both knew the arm would hurt if she lifted it away from her side. But she wouldn’t let him assist her. He couldn’t help, but he wondered what she thought might happen if he did see her thin frame or her small breasts.
He had no modesty. One night he woke her to give her pills. All he’d had on was underwear. From the panicked look she gave him you’d have thought he was buck naked. Since then he slept in his jeans. Heaven forbid she saw his hairy legs.