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crazy before the week was over. Either that, or she and his housekeeper would have a brawl.
    Dante smiled. It was doubtful anyone could tangle with Rosa and come out on top.
    He took her arm and slowly guided Shayna out of the kitchen. When her breath hitched with pain, he scooped her up and carried her to the couch before returning to the kitchen to pull out the pizza.
    “That smells delicious,” Shayna said as he returned with their plates.
    “Yeah, well, the doctor said you should eat high calories.” And he’d make sure she ate as much as possible. “You can’t get much higher than pizza, which is the best option at this hour since I just got back in town and haven’t restocked my fridge.”
    “You’re really taking this caretaker business seriously, aren’t you?”
    He glanced over at her. Her dark eyes were impossibly huge, and now that she was cleaned up he realized Shayna was a truly beautiful woman. With those eyes and that slightly pointed chin, she resembled a pixie. Her breasts were perky, if on the small side, making a tantalizing outline beneath the fabric of the Black Sabbath shirt he’d loaned her.
    Attraction sent an electric shiver up his spine, but Dante fought it off with a shrug. “Yeah, well, I take all of my projects seriously.”
    “Projects?” Her left eyebrow rose, and the corner of her mouth tilted in a way that made his knees weak. He really needed to stop reacting to her.
    “Yeah,” he managed, thrusting a plate into her hands. “Now follow the doc’s orders and eat.”
    Shayna frowned—probably at the blunt order, because she complied after he softened it with a smile.
    As she ate, Dante compiled a grocery list for Rosa, his housekeeper, along with an explanation for Shayna’s presence. He’d give Rosa a bonus for having an extra person to cook for and clean up after, too.
    Shayna was only able to eat two slices before she said she was full. Dante gave her a glass of water and had her take one of the pain pills the hospital gave her, and then he set to work on dressing her feet. She twitched as he applied the triple antibiotic ointment.
    “I didn’t know it was possible for something to hurt and tickle at the same time.”
    “I’m really trying to be careful,” he said, cringing every time he grazed one of her blisters. “So, what do you do? Or what did you do before you”—he attempted to word it casually—“decided to take a walk?”
    “I was a housewife.”
    Her voice was numb and emotionless, though her eyes glinted with an unspoken thought.
    Dante’s breath halted as he realized something else. “You’re married ?”
    The revelation made his chest twinge for some reason. Then he remembered the torn photo.
    She shook her head, and his pulse slowed. “Not anymore, I think. Where’d you put my laptop? I need to check my email and see if the divorce has been finalized and I don’t have a phone.”
    “Your laptop’s broken. I think you cracked the screen over that guy’s head. You can use mine, but…” Dante held up a hand as she perked up. “Why don’t we wait until tomorrow for that? You need to focus on recovering, and you just took those meds. But…what happened?” He couldn’t resist asking, overwhelmed with curiosity about her history.
    She bit her lip. “I don’t want to talk about it. At least, not yet.”
    Had her husband beaten her? Was this why she’d walked so far? If so, why hadn’t she taken refuge in a women’s shelter or stayed with a friend? Did she have no one? And what about the baby? Had she left her child with the father or a relative? Dante fought off the urge to insist she elaborate and focused instead on wrapping her feet.
    “Fine, but I’ll get the story out of you eventually.”
    Her chin lifted, looking adorable with its little Band-Aid, so he changed the subject before she could argue.
    “So, what do you do for fun? Any hobbies?” Since he would have to leave her here alone on occasion, it would be good to find