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There is no ignoring the dull scoff.
No, I’m not the guy for that.
Clenching my jaw tightly, I pull my hand back and push to my feet, my gaze lingering on Rose. Her eyes are closed, breathing even. She fell asleep.
And then, turning on the balls of my feet, I get the hell out of there.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
ROSE
I blink my eyes open slowly, a soft groan ripping out of my lungs as my view comes into focus, and I just stare at the white ceiling of my bedroom. My body feels sluggish, my limbs aching like a truck ran over me.
My mouth is dry, and it’s like something’s stuck in my throat, tickling me. I lift my hand and rub it over my face. My skin feels sticky under my fingertips, my shirt clinging to my body as I shift on the bed. The soft throbbing behind my temples is persistent, and the bright light peeking through the windows doesn’t help with my headache. I pinch the bridge of my nose. God, I hate being sick.
“I’m the one taking care of people, not the other way around.”
Something flashed in those hazel eyes, there and gone in a heartbeat, his jaw clenching. “Not tonight.”
My heart starts racing faster as the memories of last night rush back.
Spending the morning planting flowers with Kyle. Feeling the first of the body aches and tremors by the time lunch rolledaround. Lying down just for a moment while Kyle watched TV, only to fall asleep until Chase appeared in my house.
“Shh, I’ve gotcha, sweetheart.”
His gentle words. The feel of those calloused fingertips as he brushed a strand of my hair out of my face. The feel of his strong body as he helped me to the bathroom. The way those hazel eyes bore into mine as he helped me take a shower, so the fever rocking my body would go down. How he carried me back to my bed.
I can feel my cheeks warm from the memories. The memory of those calloused fingers skimming over my skin. A shudder goes through my body, and this time it doesn’t have anything to do with the cold.
When was the last time somebody took care of me? I can’t remember; that’s how long it’s been.
Not tonight.
I bite the inside of my cheek, blinking the memories away as my bedroom comes into focus. The light was shining through the curtains. Although I still don’t feel at one hundred percent, I feel much better than yesterday, which is goo?—
Wait.My brows pull together as it dawns on me.Light?
I push upright, the covers falling into my lap. A sharp pain spreads through my skull, and I have to close my eyes for a second to fight through it.
My heart is beating wildly inside my chest as I, once again, open my eyes.
I mean, it can’t be that late since the house is so quiet, can it?
Kyle doesn’t have a tendency to sleep in. No, that kid is up and about with the first rays of sunshine, even before he started school.
Glancing toward my nightstand, I reach for my phone, only I don’t find it.
Shit.
It’s probably in the living room where I left it yesterday.
Running my fingers through my hair, I push to my feet and slowly get up. The living room is empty, and the blanket I was wrapped in last night was folded nicely and put on the back of the couch. I bite the inside of my cheek as I stare at it for a second longer. I wasn’t the one who put it that way. Unsure what to make of it, I start to turn around so I can check in on Kyle when I hear soft voices coming from the kitchen.
My stomach sinks with unease.
Was somebody here?
I pad barefoot down the hallway, just in time to hear Kyle’s soft giggles. Some of my worry eases as I come to the doorway and stop in my tracks.
