—We'd just have to wait and see—
Rachel's POV
"Careful," he advised as he held the door for me while I got out of the car, his eyes narrowing in concern as he watched my actions.
"I appreciate it, but this car ain't even as high as my rangerover," I couldn't resist the urge to say as I walked away from the vehicle.
"Well don't blame me for treating you like my lifeline," he scoffed at my response and shut the door behind me. "Which in reality you are."
"Really?" I questioned in a laugh, my cheeks flushing at this statement.
"Yeah," he declared with a somewhat fearful and faraway look in his eyes. "I'm sorry it took the image of you laying unconscious in the kitchen for me to realize it."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, feeling the weight of how he must have felt through his words.
