“At the moment, he could hear her shuffling through the medicine cabinet in the bathroom as he lay in bed with a bad cold.Releasing a helpless groan, he hid a smile when she rushed from the bathroom and made her way to his side. She gave the thermometer a shake before guiding it gently under his tongue. Next, she placed a cool palm on his forehead.“I’m late for work,” she told him. “If I can get away, I’ll come home at lunch to check on you.”He tried to speak with the thermometer in his mouth, b...ut she gave him the look that told him he’d better not try it. The same one-raised-brow look she’d been giving him whenever he worked long hours, didn’t eat right, or cursed at the driver in front of them on their way to work.“Don’t forget I’m still on probation,” she told him. “I happen to take my responsibilities seriously.” The thermometer beeped. “100.2o. That’s it. I’m calling the doctor.”Jackson grabbed hold of her hand. “No doctor. There’s only one thing you can do for me now.”“Some kind of cure-all?”“Exactly.”Her lips curved.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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