His gaze drifted slowly to the light fixture. “It was very spacey and mysterious and kept hovering over your bed.”
She groaned and pulled the sheet over her face.
He laughed as he pulled down the sheet. “Chloe, it’s fine. It was kind of cute, actually.” A twinkle of amusement appeared in his eyes. “Do you have a raging fever right now, or are you just blushing really hard?”
She swatted his arm. “Stop it. I am completely humiliated. And I’m sick! You should be nice to me.” The last came out as a whimper.
His laughter faded away, leaving only a shadow of a smile. “All right, all right. I’ll be nice. Want me to make you a mocha?”
“You have no idea.” She was never gonna live this down. The caffeine would help her feel better. Too bad it couldn’t erase the past twelve hours. Speaking of... she hoped someone had fed her cat. “Where’s Buttercup?”
“In the living room. She might be a little, ah, traumatized by all the hugging last night.”
Chloe had a vague memory of some unreciprocated affection—and something else... “Did I say ‘Butter Butter Boo Boo’?”
He burst out laughing as he eased off the bed. “One double-chocolate mocha coming right up.”
Chapter27
Liam was adding chopped onion to the Crock-Pot when Chloe’s front door opened. It was almost ten o’clock and he had to leave for set soon. “Hello?”
Chloe’s brother, grocery bags in tow, came to a halt on the threshold of the living room, scowling. “What are you doing here so early?”
“Didn’t Meghan call you?”
“No, why? Is Chloe okay?” Sean set the bags on the dining room table.
“She is now. Last night she had a reaction to the prescription medication. Dr.Angela checked her over and said it would wear off—and it did.”
Sean’s lips flattened. “You should’ve called me.” He took off for Chloe’s room before Liam could explain.
Seemed he couldn’t do anything right where Sean was concerned. Oh well.
Liam washed and chopped a couple of carrots, then added some celery to the broth. He’d placed a grocery order late last night and it had arrived early this morning.
He must’ve left the front door unlocked when the groceries arrived. His gaze drifted to the hallway and the quiet buzz of conversation.
After he’d added all the ingredients to the soup, he checked the chicken breasts, which were baking in the oven. Another few minutes.
While he waited he put away the groceries Sean had brought, then cleaned up the mess he’d made in the kitchen. By the time he finished, the chicken was good and tender.
He was removing it from the oven when Sean entered the room. “She seems fine now, other than the virus.”
Though you wouldn’t have known it by the frown on the man’s face.
Liam began shredding the chicken. “I’m glad. She gave me a scare last night.”
Sean moved into the kitchen. “Thanks for your help, but I can take it from here.”
This guy really rubbed him the wrong way. “Good. I have to be on set soon anyway.” He finished shredding the chicken, dumped it into the pot, and set it on Low. “This should be ready by dinnertime. I’ll go say good-bye to Chloe.”
He brushed past Sean and headed to her room. But when he reached the door, her eyes were closed and her chest rose and fell with deep breaths. He didn’t want to bother her when she needed her rest. Buttercup glanced at him from the other side of the bed, tail twitching. Liam smiled as he left the room.
But his lips fell quickly at the sight of Sean waiting for him in the foyer, arms crossed over his chest. Liam braced himself for confrontation.
“What’s your game, man?” Sean asked quietly.
“What are you talking about?”
