Page 49 of Harvey

“You are not.”

Ignoring him, Kendra walked her to the door. “If there are any changes, I will call you.”

“Thanks, my dear.” Julia squeezed her hand. “He is like a bear with a sore head whenever he is ill. Don’t let him drive you away.”

“I have no intention of letting that happen.”

Waiting until the woman had left, she closed the doors and returned to sit on the edge of the bed.

“How do you feel?”

His thick brows lifted. “I don’t need you playing nurse.”

“It’s not what you need right now, but what’s right for you.” She told him calmly, placing her hand against his forehead. “You are sweating, and that’s good.”

“Is that your expert medical opinion?” he asked caustically. He felt as weak as a damn kitten, and her perfume was playing havoc on his senses.

“It is.” Picking up the glass of water, she put the straw to his lips, grateful when he took several sips.

“Aren’t you needed at that store of yours?” He asked her hoarsely.

“It won’t fall apart if I am not there.”

“Let me guess – you are doing your wifely duties.”

Something like that.”

“Well, wife, why don’t you remove your clothes and climb over me? My limbs are weak, but my cock is coming to life.”

Ignoring the immediate leaping of her pulse, she set about plumping up his pillows.

“No?” He asked silkily, one hand snaking around her wrist to tug her down.

“No.” The fact that she had no problem removing his hand from hers proved how weak he was, and it was pissing him off.

“Then leave me alone to get some sleep.” Closing his eyes, he turned his head away.

Shaking her head at how much like a spoiled child he was behaving, she stepped back from the bed and went into her room to change out of the clothes she had put on for work. Settling for an old sweater and black leggings, she returned to check on him and discovered he was fast asleep.

Moving over to the sofa to keep an eye on him, she opened her notebook and made some jottings. An order was for several dozen roses to be sent to the hospital this afternoon for an elderly woman who loved flowers. And they had to be tea roses, not cabbage roses.

Picking up the phone, she called the store and spoke to her assistant softly, ensuring she was not disturbing him.

“I will let you know if I will be there tomorrow,” she told the woman. And if there is any emergency, just send me a text.”

Hanging up the phone, she put the book away and rose to check on him. Gently touching his forehead, she realized in relief that he was not so feverish. He had let go of the sheets, and they were twisted around his body as if he had been turning restlessly.

Pulling them back up, she smoothed back the hairs from his unshaven jaw, feeling the lump inside her throat. He was so handsome and virile that it gave her a start to just look at him.

His lashes were like black wings on his face, giving him a decidedly feminine look, something he would not appreciate hearing, she thought fondly.

His chest was so broad, his body lean and tanned all over. Feeling the familiar melting feeling inside her body, she had to take several deep breaths to calm herself. “Oh, Harvey.”

She whispered. “I have no idea why the Lord has chosen you for me when we are not matched at all, but I am in love with you,” Brushing her fingers against the bristles on his jaw, she stepped back and napped on the sofa.

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“How is the patient?”

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