I move my head to the side and kiss her hand on my shoulder.
She smiles, turns, and continues with the steam kit, moving about to get it ready. “Don’t worry, Danger, this cold won’t even have time to come to the surface. We’re going to eradicate it before it even starts. You’ll see.” She winks at me and then turns on the steam kit. The white vapor instantly fills the room.
Yeah, I really am one lucky sonofabitch.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
DANGER
After using the steam kit and consuming lozenges like they were going out of fashion, Lunar and I went to bed. I was restless, uncomfortable, and my mind wouldn’t shut down.
Now I’m lying in bed with Lunar in my arms. This woman is my saving grace. If she weren’t here, I would have gone stir-crazy last night.
My fingers trail lightly up and down her arm, and she wakes slightly, her hand shifting up my torso, coming to rest on my left pec. She takes a deep breath and looks up at me with beautiful, sleepy eyes. My hand gently caresses her cheek as she smiles at me and rests her chin on my chest. “Morning, rock star.”
“Morning,” I reply, but we furrow our brows when my voice comes out cracked, breathy, and one hundred percent worse than last night.
She winces.
I tense at the broken sound.
This isnotthe voice of a lead singer.
This is the voice of a man in trouble.
“Shit! Sounds like the steam kit didn’t work.” She touches my forehead to feel my temperature, but I know I don’t have one.
“I don’t think anything will work,” I murmur, anger surging through me. My free hand slams against the mattress in annoyance. “Dammit!”
Lunar sits up slightly. “It’s okay. Don’t talk. You’ll be fine for tonight, I know you will.”
I don’t feel sick.
Not at all.
Only my throat hurts, and that’snota good sign.
I know that if this is a cold, I should at least have some other symptoms.
But I don’t—it’s just a weirdly sore throat.
Getting out of bed, I grab my cell and text Luke, telling him to come to our room and saying I’m worried about my voice and need to talk. I spin back to Lunar, who’s sitting on the bed assessing me, so I take a seat beside her. She rubs my back for comfort, but it gives me none.
We sit in silence because she doesn’t want me to strain my voice. When she doesn’t speak, it effectively stops me from talking.
I know that’s what she’s doing.
I know her well.
Soon, a knock at the penthouse door causes my heart to race, and I stand, walking to the door to open it. I don’t bother saying anything when I let Luke in, waiting for him to follow me inside and then to the bedroom.
“Okay… your silence is deafening, Danger,” Luke declares.
Lunar looks at me. Her terrified eyes don’t help as I flare my nostrils. “His voice isreallyhoarse this morning. I told him not to talk if possible.”
I shift my somber gaze to Luke, and he shakes his head. “Okay, so you have a virus. We take you to a doctor and—”
I grab a pen and paper, which makes Luke stop mid-sentence to write one simple word. My hand shakes as I scribble the word on the page. Luke exhales when I hesitate, but then I hold it up for him to see.
