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“What the hell!” Rushing forward, he scooped her into his arms. “What happened?”

“I felt sick again and wanted to go to the bathroom.” She whispered into his chest.

“I am sorry.” She sounded so much like a little girl that Harvey felt the pull on his heartstrings.

“Silas is bringing the tea.” Walking over to the sofa facing his bed, he sat with her on his lap. Silas came in just then, stopping short as he stared at his brother with the woman cradled against him.

“She is still in pain,” Harvey told him tersely. “I found her on the floor.”

Hurrying forward, he placed the tray on the table. “Kendra?”

Lifting her head, she looked at him.

“I brought the tea. Can you try and drink some?”

She tried to sit up but fell back against Harvey’s chest.

“Here, let me.” Easing her up gently, he brought the cup to her lips. “A few sips, that’s it.” He encouraged.

They both watched as she managed to take the cup and drank most of the tea before handing it back to Silas.

“Any better?” Silas asked her gently.

“A little. I am sorry for being such a bother.”

“Nonsense.” He gave her a charming smile. “It’s what we are here for? Right, brother?”

Lifting his head, he looked at the silent man holding her like a precious cargo.

“Right. How about we get you back to bed, and you try to get some sleep?” Pushing off the sofa, he made his way into her room with Silas trailing along behind him. Settling her gently on the pillows, he pulled the covers over her. “How do you feel?”

“It’s getting better. Thanks.”

“Try and get some sleep.” Silas urged.

Both brothers stood there watching her for a few seconds, and then, as if by tacit agreement, they left the room, closing the door behind them.

“What were you doing up?” Harvey asked abruptly as he made his way to the recessed cabinet. The faint whiff of her perfume was still lingering.

“I wanted some tea myself.” He nodded to the bottle of scotch in Harvey’s hand. “I could use some of that.”

Quirking a thick brow at him, Harvey poured two glasses and handed him one. “I didn’t know she suffered from migraines.”

Taking his drink, Harvey approached the mantle and propped a socked foot on the railing. What he had seen had left him shaken.

“She said it had not been triggered for years.”

Silas nodded. “Think we should recommend that she get checked out?”

“It’s up to her.” He pointed to the bathroom. “I found her rummaging for pills in the cabinet.”

“Ordinary painkillers are not going to help.”

“What I figured. I will check on her throughout the night to ensure she is not suffering. She was on the floor.” Gulping the scotch, he tried to wash away the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Poor thing.” Silas commiserated. “You did good, brother. I am surprised.”

Harvey sent him a sardonic glance. “You expected me just to walk out and leave her to suffer?”

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