Derek: Hel's Ink # 4 by DJ Krimmer

Author:DJ Krimmer [Krimmer, DJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DJ Krimmer
Published: 2023-07-23T18:30:00+00:00

I finish cleaning up Mr. and Mrs. Rowe—Mr. Rowe and Dorothy—before tidying up their nightstands. Mr. Rowe is a man of few words who wants nothing to do with my help. I actually feel a little bad for Ozzy, but she’s tough, and I know she’ll be able to handle him. I, on the other hand, may not even survive him. But Dorothy makes up for it. She’s a sweet woman who saw me and started crying because she just couldn’t handle her boys helping her bathe and use the bedpan anymore. But the crying that happened when she saw me was nothing compared to Derek coming in. That woman wailed and held Derek so tightly I thought she might come out of the bed.

“Hey there, pretty angel,” Carter smirks as I leave his parent’s bedroom. I let out a chuckle.

“You are shameless. You know that?” He gives me an “aw shucks” grin that I’m sure causes all the ladies to swoon.

“Never shameless. I’ve just been given the gift that is you, and I want nothing more than to show my appreciation.” He waggles his eyebrows, and I let out a laugh. Carter is worse than Ash and Atlas combined. He gives me a grin, and I look at the stairs.

“So… I don’t know if your mom or Derek told you, but due to my disability, I can’t go downstairs unassisted.” I watch his playful expression dim, and I inwardly groan.

Well, the flirting was fun while it lasted. But now I can see the look of “Oh shit, she’s disabled” written on his face. So disappointing.

“You going down, baby girl?” Derek’s husky whisper near my ear nearly causes my knees to give out. I watch as he shoves Carter’s face, almost knocking him down the stairs without breaking our gaze.

“Y-yeah, sorry.” I wince, but Derek ignores it and grabs me under my knees. I grip him around his tattooed neck as he carries me down the wooden stairs.

“Don’t ever apologize,” he says softly while continuing down. Once at the bottom, Derek sets me down, and I give him a small smile.

“I just don’t want to inconvenience anyone,” I say while patting his chest and heading toward the kitchen.

The kitchen is large, which I guess is necessary for the amount of food funneling through here. I’ve been told that Dorothy is a master at cooking and baking and has spent decades feeding her husband, boys, and the people that work on the ranch. Baked goods in the morning and lunches every day. I felt bad earlier when I told her I couldn’t cook to save my life. But, I can bake. I was a decent baker, but when I moved in with Stevie, she and her mom and grandma taught me how to take it to the next level.

Deciding to go with a fruit and cream cheese danish, I walk around the kitchen, pulling out the ingredients I need to make the puff pastries and filling.

“What are you doing?” Derek asks,

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