Rafe's head tilted to watch her quizzically as she leaned into him only to immediately pull away. He frowned in concern when she blanched after nodding her head. Laundry was certainly the least of her problems at the moment.
"Yeah, I'll get it. You should sit," Rafe said with gentle firmness as he draped a bare arm around her shoulders and slowly led Erin the couple steps to an empty chairs.
Once she was seated and he was certain she was not going to dump onto the floor anymore, he returned to the washer and knelt down with a little sigh. He gathered the wet and soapy clothes to toss them back into the machine. Snatching the single remaining dry shirt off his shoulder, he mopped up the water on the floor the best he could before adding it to the wash. The door was then snapped shut and he stood up to reach for the small control panel.
Oh, bollocks.
"What buttons do I press again?" he asked, brows furrowing.
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