“The doctor tells me as soon as I get the hang of these, I’ll be discharged. I should be back on the job in…”
I snatched my hands away and dragged my gaze up in time to meet his, hoping he wouldn’t see the heat in my face. “In six weeks, Remy,” I said hardily. “I’ve already spoken to Mr Bathurst.”
“I’m a quick healer, I am, James, and I’ll drink plenty of milk. I’ll be good as new in a couple of weeks.”
“You’re taking the full six weeks. You are one of the most obstinate men who have ever worked under me, and if I have to put my foot down to keep you from overdoing, I bloody well will. I need you with two good legs. I’ve seen the x-rays. That was a nasty break.”