Page 121 of Swan

Reaching up, I turned on the light and dimmed the switch when Swan flinched. Thank fuck I had the option to do that.

I didn’t linger in that area, though. I took Swan straight to my bedroom and somehow managed to get the blankets pulled back on the bed before I placed her down. She curled onto her side, moaning and sniffling, and drifted off. I peeled off her shoes and removed her purse and the tissue box she still clutched to her chest to rest them on the bedside table. I covered her with the blanket, brushed her hair off her cheek, and stood back.

She looked good in my bed. Where she belonged.

But I couldn’t get ahead of myself.

She’d move in one day, or we’d buy a place together where we would have our own family.

Jesus. Now I was really getting ahead of myself.

Making my way back into the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water and took out the medicine container I had in one of the cupboards. I looked up, hearing my brother’s approach just as he walked through the door with his hands full of bags. He dumped them on my counter and dropped my keys there too.

“How’s she feelin’?” He started unpacking the things I ordered.

“Fever, sore throat, body aches, I’m sure.” I got the meds. “Gonna give her some stuff before she sleeps too deep.”

“Want me to get Mum to cook somethin’ and send it over? Or I can grab somethin’ from Channa’s bakery.”

I snorted. “Brother, you gotta stop relyin’ on the women. I’ll make her some soup and a toastie while she’s asleep.”

Coyote glared. “I cook.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“I fuckin’ do. I grill shit.”

Chuckling, I nodded. “Grill.”

“Shut up. Need anythin’ else?”

“All good. Appreciate the help.”

Coyote grinned.

“What?” I asked.

“Nice to see my baby bro all grown up and in love.”

Now it was my turn to glare and tell him, “Shut up.”

His grin grew, and I shot him the middle finger. He laughed on his way out.

“Later,” I called.

He sent me a wave over his shoulder.

With the bottle of water and the meds, I walked back into my bedroom and stumbled. Swan had the covers thrown off, and she was currently trying to remove her sleep top.

“Birdy?”

“Hot. It’s too hot,” she whined and let out a frustrated groan.

“Hang on. Let me help.” I strode over and put down the things I held. I grabbed out a tank top from my drawer and helped slip her top from her to put the tank on.

With the wide and long armholes, it should help cool her a little.

She sighed and went to lie down again. “Hold up, Birdy. Have a drink for me, darlin’. Got some meds for you too.”

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