When Dakota brought me home that day, Dad made me stay home to rest over the next few days. It was driving me crazy because he wouldn't even let me clean the house or do laundry. But although I hated it, I felt much better by the time the weekend was over. Dad was hesitant to let me go to school Monday, but I had already missed too much. Besides, after the much needed rest, I was feeling much better.
Needing to get out of the house, I woke early Monday morning and Dakota was already waiting for me in his truck. I waved from my room, and then hurried down the stairs, grabbed an apple from the table, and darted out the door before Dad could stop me.
"Good morning, beautiful." One corner of Dakota's lips curled into a sexy smile as he opened the passenger door for me.
"Good morning." I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and slid into his truck.
He closed the door, and we were on our way within minutes. "So, how did you sleep?"
