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“Let’s just forget about that for the moment. We need to concentrate on looking after you.”
Right. Okay. Forget. She could do that.
Maybe.
“Forget about it. It never happened. Got it.”
“I never said to pretend it never happened,” he told her in a low, growly voice. “I don’t want to forget it happened forever. Just that this isn’t the right time.”
What?
What did that mean? That he’d liked the kiss? Oh God. Now she was even more confused.
“Just let it go for now. You need taking care of and I’m falling down on that.”
She really didn’t agree.
“You need to eat,” he insisted.
“I’m really not hungry.”
“You have to be. You haven’t eaten all day.”
“I feel kind of sick,” she admitted.
“That’s from the lack of sleep and stress. Now, either you eat or I feed you.”
She sighed but nodded. Ian moved the table around so it rested over her lap. There was a chicken salad sandwich. Some cut up fruit with yogurt and a glass of orange juice.
“What about you?” she asked.
“I ate before.”
“That’s good.” She just continued to stare at the food. She was too tired to even pick the spoon up for the fruit.
Ian let out a small grunt before he opened the sandwich packaging. He held one half up to her mouth. “Open. Bite. Chew.”
She rolled her eyes at him but did as ordered. To her surprise, she quickly found herself taking another bite.
Turns out, she was hungry. She ate most of the sandwich and some of the fruit before shaking her head.
“Very good.”
A flush filled her cheeks and he gave her a knowing look.
“Thanks for staying with me. I know it’s your job to watch out for us, but I . . . I appreciate it.”
“It might be my job, Little Misft. But it’s also my privilege. And I wouldn’t be anywhere else.”
She gaped up at him in surprise. He said that like he really meant it.
“I’m just so worried.” Her lower lip trembled.
“Hey. Everything is going to be all right.” He moved the table away and drew her up so he could sit down. Then settled her in his lap. She turned so she could press her face into his chest. His arms surrounded her, filling her with a sense of safety.
“You spoke to him,” Ian told her. “He seemed good. And you heard the nurse, he’s doing well. Everything is going to be okay.”
Would it, though?
