“How are you feeling?” he murmured softly, his gaze sliding down my side.
I hurt. I was sore and stiff, and moving was still painful. “I’m fine.”
Noah raised a brow, and the skepticism was plain to see. He wisely chose not to question it. But that could have been because he was suddenly overtaken by a huge, jaw-cracking yawn. His eyes watered, and he gave me a sheepish smile while he wiped the moisture from the corners.
“Why don’t you crash here for a while, and then we’ll head over later?”
Noah stared at me as if I’d grown a second head. It seemed like a perfectly reasonable suggestion to me. Which is why I made it in the first place. But apparently it was a bigger deal than that because he literally just stared at me. He didn’t even blink.
I scowled. “What?”
“You know,” he said slowly. “I think I can sell that to Mom.”
“Then do it.”