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“If the press got hold of it, they’d have a field day with me.” She’d lose her career; she was sure of that.
“Then we make sure they never find out.” It was said with such surety as though he could control what the press found out. But still, his certainty helped calm her.
Okay, she was grateful he wasn’t horrified. But she still didn’t understand what he was doing here.
“You came after me,” she said.
“Yep. And that was a bit of an inconvenience.”
She winced. “Sorry.” Although she hadn’t actually asked him to chase after her.
“If you’d just stayed where I put you, then I could have taken care of you as soon as you started feeling ill.”
Stayed where he put her?
“Are you for real right now?” she asked. Urgh, her voice was growing raspy. And even though she’d just woken up an hour ago, she felt ready for a nap.
Being sick sucked.
“Yes.”
“You didn’t put me anywhere,” she stated.
“Of course I did. I told you to wait for me. You didn’t wait for me. That deserves some sort of punishment.”
“Punishment?”
What was going on here?
“Once you’re feeling better, of course. I’m not a monster. Does it have a name?”
She felt like her head was spinning. And it wasn’t due to feeling sick. It was all Brand Starr.
“Does what have a name?”
“The teddy bear.”
Oh shoot. She shoved the bear down under the covers again. She started coughing and Brand grabbed the glass of water, putting his hand behind her head again to support her.
She couldn’t lie… it felt nice to have someone help her.
Don’t get used to it.
He settled her back on the bed with a frown. “We need to get you back to our room.”
“Our room.”
“Of course. I can hardly take care of you if we’re staying in different suites.”
“You really want to take care of me?” she asked. Maybe this was some sort of dream. Because she couldn’t imagine Brand ever looking after someone else.
“Yes. I do.”
Brand put his hand on her forehead as though feeling for a fever. “You feel warm. Did they give you something for that? Have they been monitoring you for a fever?” He got up, looking around.
“What are you searching for?” she asked.
“The piece of paper they have on a clipboard where they write your information.”
