The back of his hand went to my forehead. “Let me go grab water and more medicine and check your temperature.”
It was then I noticed I was naked.
“I’m not wearing anything.”
His brows waggled a few times, and he winked. “I didn’t bother with dressing you after your last bath. It was easier getting you in and out to help control your fever.”
“My last bath? You gave me more than one?”
Blake nodded. “Doctor’s orders.”
“Doctor?” I asked.
“My dad, remember?”
He pushed a thermometer into my mouth and smiled.
I wanted to ask him more about his father, but he gave me a stern look.
Once it beeped, he pulled it out and looked at it. Then he smiled.
“Are you feeling any better? Your temperature finally broke.”
The tenderness in his actions made my heart swell, and another rush of tingles swept down my spine.
“I guess. I can’t believe how fast that hit me. What day is it?”
“It’s about two o’clock Saturday morning. Friday night. However you want to look at it.”
I gasped. “I lost two days! My clients.”
“Have all been called. You told me your password Thursday, and I got on to your laptop and calendar. I called everyone and told them you had the flu. I’m just glad you had no one scheduled Thursday morning.”
When I attempted to move, my entire body ached. “Ugh, I feel like crap.”
He kissed me again before sliding off the bed and adjusting the sheet back over me. “Well, you don’t look like it. Even sick, you’re stunning. Let me go get some soup heated up for you. Be right back, princess.”
I couldn’t ignore the way my heart raced, and it had nothing to do with the flu.
AS I WALKED out of Morgan’s bedroom, I took a deep breath.
Her fever had broken. Thank God.
The last few days had scared the living shit out of me a few times, even though everyone kept telling me not to worry. It was only the flu. Since when did the flu knock you out for hours and make you incoherent? I had even called my father to come over again when Morgan’s fever got too high. I’d never been so happy in my life to have a doctor for a parent.
I pulled up Nash’s number. I knew it was late, but he had made me promise him I’d call when she woke up and her fever had broken.
“Hello? Blake?” His voice sounded tired and scared.
“She’s awake and talking. Her fever has broken.”
“Thank fuck. How is she feeling?”
“Seems okay. Weak and maybe a little achy. She’s in the restroom now.”
“Make sure she gets lots of liquids, and maybe some of that soup I brought by earlier. Do you want me to head over so you can go home?”
“No. I’d rather stay here and I’ll make sure she gets some fluids into her. You don’t want to risk getting sick and taking something to Kaelynn.”