Holt let her pull him down, but a second later he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. "No more walking for you. Or dancing. Your feet will not touch the floor until they've healed," he promised. And he carried her into the kitchen. Holt set her down on the countertop and set about getting the tub of ice cream out of the freezer along with two spoons and some chocolate syrup. "I swear.. if my metabolism slows down in a few years, I'm gonna get so fat." He'd always been naturally skinny. It took a lot of effort to build the muscles he had, but staying thin was never a challenge.