Falling For Ken (Blueprint to Love Book 2) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Lauren Giordano
face. Kendall was caught by a wave of sympathy for the excruciating pain she knew he suffered. "Let's get you home and clean you up. I'll drive as slow as I can, okay?"
"Jeez– I'm pathetic." He sagged against the cushion.
"I think you're bordering on superhuman to endure what happened today." She re-fastened the seatbelt around his slack frame before heading back around the truck. When he started shivering, she slid him a worried glance before turning up the heat. How the hell would she get him upstairs to bed?
By the time she arrived home, Traynor's soft breathing told her he'd either passed out from pain or fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. Ken swung down from the seat and headed into the darkened house, in need of a few minutes of preparation before she could haul him inside.
Wincing at the chorus of barks that began the moment her key turned in the lock, she prayed Lurch had been able to hold it for so many extra hours. She'd endured enough messes for one night.
"Let's go outside, pal." Scrambling through the house, she snapped on lights as she headed for the back door. Jerking it open, she released a relieved sigh when Lurch bounded into the backyard. Taking the stairs two at a time, she ran to her bedroom. There, she flung back the comforter on her bed before heading for the bathroom. She emerged with a stack of clean towels and two extra pillows. Harrison needed sleep most of all, but eventually he'd want to be propped up. Tossing his prescription on the nightstand, she returned to the stairs.
Time for the hard part. She propped open the door before crossing the front porch and heading for the truck. Harrison was still asleep when she neared the passenger side. Hating the thought of waking him, his participation was unfortunately necessary.
"Harrison? Can you hear me?" He grunted a response when she swung his legs out. Grabbing his cane, she slung it over her arm. Hoisting him around his waist, she gently tugged him to his feet, then quickly dove under his arm to support his weight before he pitched forward.
"As soon as we're inside you can go back to sleep." Kendall panicked for a moment when Traynor slumped over her. She didn't want to calculate how much weight she was trying to prevent from crashing to the pavement.
"Harry, wake up." After only a minute, she was perspiring from the effort to hold him upright. Groaning, he finally took some weight on his good leg. She waited until he was awake before handing him the cane. "Can you help me get you inside?"
"H-how far?"
"Not far," she lied, glancing up. The turret room window glowed invitingly out of reach. She tried to block out the vision of all those stairs. When they reached the top of the porch steps they collapsed by mutual agreement.
"God, Ken– can't I just sleep out here? Roll me inside in the morning."
Panting for breath, she lay beside him on the porch, staring up at the moths fluttering around the light. The scent of honeysuckle wafted over her like a thin summer blanket. From her vantage point, she noticed the porch ceiling needed painting again.
"I might join you, Traynor. If it takes this long to get you upstairs, it'll be morning before we get there." Turning, she found him watching her, his vivid, green eyes red-rimmed from fatigue, yet quietly assessing her in the dark. He'd gone from comatose to alert in a matter of minutes. "You ready yet?"
Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed under his breath.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Biting back a groan, she stooped to grab his cane. If every muscle in her body was aching, she could only imagine how Harry felt. She staggered with him through the foyer, their movements reminding her of the three-legged race she'd won in second grade, and used the momentum to launch up the stairs for the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, she hobbled with him to the foot of the bed and sat down. Before she could remove his arm from around her, Harrison collapsed back on the mattress, taking her with him. They lay
"Jeez– I'm pathetic." He sagged against the cushion.
"I think you're bordering on superhuman to endure what happened today." She re-fastened the seatbelt around his slack frame before heading back around the truck. When he started shivering, she slid him a worried glance before turning up the heat. How the hell would she get him upstairs to bed?
By the time she arrived home, Traynor's soft breathing told her he'd either passed out from pain or fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion. Ken swung down from the seat and headed into the darkened house, in need of a few minutes of preparation before she could haul him inside.
Wincing at the chorus of barks that began the moment her key turned in the lock, she prayed Lurch had been able to hold it for so many extra hours. She'd endured enough messes for one night.
"Let's go outside, pal." Scrambling through the house, she snapped on lights as she headed for the back door. Jerking it open, she released a relieved sigh when Lurch bounded into the backyard. Taking the stairs two at a time, she ran to her bedroom. There, she flung back the comforter on her bed before heading for the bathroom. She emerged with a stack of clean towels and two extra pillows. Harrison needed sleep most of all, but eventually he'd want to be propped up. Tossing his prescription on the nightstand, she returned to the stairs.
Time for the hard part. She propped open the door before crossing the front porch and heading for the truck. Harrison was still asleep when she neared the passenger side. Hating the thought of waking him, his participation was unfortunately necessary.
"Harrison? Can you hear me?" He grunted a response when she swung his legs out. Grabbing his cane, she slung it over her arm. Hoisting him around his waist, she gently tugged him to his feet, then quickly dove under his arm to support his weight before he pitched forward.
"As soon as we're inside you can go back to sleep." Kendall panicked for a moment when Traynor slumped over her. She didn't want to calculate how much weight she was trying to prevent from crashing to the pavement.
"Harry, wake up." After only a minute, she was perspiring from the effort to hold him upright. Groaning, he finally took some weight on his good leg. She waited until he was awake before handing him the cane. "Can you help me get you inside?"
"H-how far?"
"Not far," she lied, glancing up. The turret room window glowed invitingly out of reach. She tried to block out the vision of all those stairs. When they reached the top of the porch steps they collapsed by mutual agreement.
"God, Ken– can't I just sleep out here? Roll me inside in the morning."
Panting for breath, she lay beside him on the porch, staring up at the moths fluttering around the light. The scent of honeysuckle wafted over her like a thin summer blanket. From her vantage point, she noticed the porch ceiling needed painting again.
"I might join you, Traynor. If it takes this long to get you upstairs, it'll be morning before we get there." Turning, she found him watching her, his vivid, green eyes red-rimmed from fatigue, yet quietly assessing her in the dark. He'd gone from comatose to alert in a matter of minutes. "You ready yet?"
Squeezing his eyes shut, he cursed under his breath.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'." Biting back a groan, she stooped to grab his cane. If every muscle in her body was aching, she could only imagine how Harry felt. She staggered with him through the foyer, their movements reminding her of the three-legged race she'd won in second grade, and used the momentum to launch up the stairs for the bedroom.
Ten minutes later, she hobbled with him to the foot of the bed and sat down. Before she could remove his arm from around her, Harrison collapsed back on the mattress, taking her with him. They lay
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