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“I’ll be fine, Dawg. ”
He grunted at that as he moved to the refrigerator. “You ready for breakfast yet?”
She was silent; he turned back to her, and he swore she was more pale than she had been moments before.
“I think I need to go lie back down. ” She headed for the stairs.
“I think you need to see the doctor. ” Something snapped inside him then. Fear. Dawg had rarely known fear, but he had never seen Crista sick either. “Call him this morning, Crista. ”
“I’ll be fine. ” She shook her head as she headed up the stairs, her voice strained.
“Like hell,” he muttered, moving behind her and catching up with her as she was pulling the blankets over herself.
Sitting next to her, he touched her forehead. She felt clammy, but she wasn’t running a fever. She was pale though, and that worried him.
“It’s just a bug. ” She sighed. “Everyone’s sick at the store, Dawg. Just because you can’t catch a virus doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t. ”
She sounded jealous, and he had to grin. “We’ll get you nice and healthy before no time,” he promised her. “Just living with me will rub all those good healthy genes off on you. ”
She snorted at that. “Go away and let me sleep. And you need to check the deliveries this afternoon. Don’t forget that. ”
He frowned. “I’ll have Layla’s husband check them. I’m staying here with you. ”
“Hmm. ” She looked up at him, her gaze sharpening for a moment. “Why are you so upset over that woman staying the night with Natches?”
She didn’t sound jealous; she sounded concerned. The question had him rubbing at the back of his neck in irritation.
“She’s up to something. That’s Timothy Cranston’s little pet, Agent Greta Dane. I don’t like it. ”
“Is that all?”
“She’s too damned plain,” he muttered, knowing she wouldn’t understand any more than Rowdy did.
Her lips quirked in amusement. “You’re not the one sleeping with her; so why should you care?”
He glared at the dark carpeting on the floor before lifting his gaze back to her. “I don’t know. It bothers me. ”
“She’s actually a very pretty girl,” Crista told him. “It’s not her looks that bother you. ”
A frown snapped between his brows. “I know a pretty woman when I see one. ”
And she smiled at that. A smile he didn’t quite understand. It was patient and amused and made him grit his teeth.
“You know, it’s mothers who are supposed to protest the girl’s looks, not fatherly cousins. ”
Her comment had him staring at her in disbelief.
“You’re crazy. ”
And she shook her head. “You have to let them go sometime, Dawg. Natches is all grown-up now. Let him try his wings a little bit. It might not be as bad as you think. ” She was on the verge of laughing at him.
“You obviously have a very strange virus,” he grunted, put out that she was laughing at him, that she just didn’t understand what he didn’t understand himself. “Go to sleep. ”
She didn’t protest. She just yawned a little and pulled the blankets closer to her chin. “It’s cold in here. ”
Yeah, maybe it was time to move to the house. He was definitely calling those contractors. Then he was going to make another call and find out just what the hell Agent Dane was doing back in town.
