A groan leaves her lips as her eyes flutter open. “Henley?”
“Hey sweetheart.” I lift my hand to her face, shocked by how hot she is. “Shit, El. You’re burning up.”
“I’m sorry,” she says groggily.
“You’re sorry? What the hell do you have to be sorry for?”
“Remy…”
“She’s fine. You did the right thing calling Dilynne. She called Laney and then drove all the way out to the lodge to get me. I’m so sorry I didn’t answer, baby.” I smooth away her hair from her face, noticing how flushed her cheeks are and it’s not from embarrassment for once “I was snowboarding with Warren.”
“Did you have fun?”
I huff out a laugh. “Don’t worry about me.”
“You deserve to have fun. I didn’t think I would wake up feeling like this, but…”
“Were you feeling off yesterday?”
“A little.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I don’t get sick.”
“Newsflash, you’re human, El. Humans get sick.”
She lets out another groan. “Don’t make me laugh, Henley. Everything hurts. I’m so achy.”
“Sounds like the flu.” I lay the back of my hand on her forehead this time. “Have you taken anything?”
“Some ibuprofen.”
“How long ago?”
“I don’t know. Wh—what time is it?”
“Just after ten.”
“Then maybe around seven. You left early today.”
“Because Warren wanted me to go snowboarding with him on the fresh powder. That’s the last time I listen to him,” I grumble.
She cracks a smile. “Stupid Warren.”
I stroke her cheek again, loving how even when she’s sick she can still manage to make me smile. “Yeah, stupid Warren. Can I get you anything?”
She groans louder. “I don’t even know. I feel so horrible.”
Leaning over, I press a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll see what I have and come right back, all right?”
“Henley…”
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I don’t want you to get sick too.”
“I’ll be fine. I don’t get sick.” Winking, I leave her room and find Laney still in the living room in the same spot I left her. “She’s in bad shape.”
