Grabbing hold of the aluminum frame of the commode chair she tugged trying to break it clear of space she had involuntarily wedged it in. “You have to fit you stupid chair. How did you get in here in the first place?”
The agency delivered the equipment. At the time, she made a point of taking Roy out for a walk. It had been her experience that people grew melancholy seeing the reminders of their slipping health.
Still, it was a heavy chair, she gave it a heavy tug. “Damn chair.”
Levi said close to her ear. “Maybe I could help?”
His voice so close surprised her. Her grip on the chair loosened sending her backwards into his body. They both fell to the floor with a solid thump. Melody pretended not to hear his muttered curse. Seriously, could it get any worse? For a second, she rested against his masculine body, enjoying the solid feel, even the scent of sun warmed male. Remembering her location, she scrambled to her hand and knees, and sprang up to her feet.
Levi lay sprawled on the floor with a menacing frown. Charmer took the opportunity to lick his face since the man he idolized was at his level. “Could you get the dog away from me?”
She clapped her hands together with no effect. Well, that worked for some dogs, but apparently not this one. “Charmer, no, no.”
The dog stopped enough to look at her questioningly, before returning to bestowing sloppy canine kisses.
Levi pushed up to his elbows removing his face from Charmer’s administrations. “I see you have the dog on a real tight leash.”
His remark stung a little bit, even if it was true. Just when she was trying to like Levi a bit and think better of him, he had to go make some crack like that.