"Listen, if I can manage it, I'll try to swing home this afternoon for a bit. To--I don't know--help you out or something." His smile was warm and gorgeous. "See there. You're acting like a wife." "Shut up." "I like it," he said, backing her against the door. "Quite a bit. Next thing I know you'll be down in the kitchen, baking." "Next thing you know I'll be kicking your ass, and you'll be the one who needs round-the-clock care." "Can we play doctor?"