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“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

I don’t want her going anywhere, but I’m not sure I can care for her the way she needs to be cared for.

“Look, I’d bet she comes out of this by morning. She probably had a dream about all this, and her brain is confused. That’s all. Why don’t you go to bed and see how she feels in the morning? Worst-case scenario is this lasts a few days, but—”

“A couple of days? You just said by morning.”

“Do you want me to bring her into the hospital? They’d be happy to watch her, or perhaps she has a family member.”

I drag in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “No. Sorry to bother you. I’ll call you in a few days if things don’t improve.”

The doctor clears his throat. “Go about the day as normal. Don’t feed into her, but let her come to the truth on her own. Our brains are like bonsai trees, Nick. They branch and curve, and there’s never a good way to replant. You have to let her figure it out on her own.”

I’m sure that’s a very profound statement that I should most definitely remember and let marinate, but as I’m saying goodbye to the doctor, I catch a glimpse of Emma in the hallway, leaning against the wall. If she were dressed, I’d think nothing of it… except she isn’t.

She isn’t clothed at all.

She’s stark fucking naked. Tits full, nipples hard and ready, curves wide and thick. My cock hardens and my throat goes dry.

I have no fucking clue how the hell I’m ever going to get through this night.

Chapter Three

Emma

I’m not tired at all anymore. In fact, I’m wide awake. I guess that’s why people don’t take three-hour naps in the afternoon, though I can’t figure out why Nick is acting so strange. He never takes phone calls this late, and if I strip down, he’s usually like a fly to honey.

I walk down the hallway and swing open the front door, letting the frigid mountain air breeze over my naked body. “What are you doing?”

“Right now?” He turns toward me like a deer in headlights, then darts his gaze away quickly.

“Yeah, right now. Who were you on the phone with?”

“Dr. Thorpe.”

“Why?”

He blinks twice, then stares toward me as though he’s trying to keep his eyes on mine. We’re far past the pleasantries of a new relationship at this point. I just want him to look at me, smack my ass, and carry me back to the bedroom. “I’m not feeling good, and I wanted his opinion.”

I step out onto the porch and reach up toward his forehead. “You’re not fee—”

“Come on. Let’s get you inside.” His arm wraps around my shoulder and he lifts me from the ground, carrying me insideand away from the freezing cold Colorado wind. This is the Nick I know, but something still feels off.

“You’re sick. You shouldn’t be carrying me around. What’s wrong?”

He sets me on the edge of the bed and grabs a flannel from the closet, covering me up. “You’re going to catch a cold, showing that pretty little body off to every mountain man in Colorado.”

I wrap the fabric around me before standing again to touch his forehead longer this time. “You don’t feel hot. Does your head hurt? Are you—”

“Doesyourhead hurt?” His brows narrow. “How areyoufeeling?”

“Me? I’m good. Why wouldn’t I be good? You’re the one calling the doctor.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. You took a nap earlier, and I figured maybe you were coming down with something, too.”

“No, I’m good.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stare at the giant man of my dreams. The man I’m about to make mine. I’m not sure how I ever got so lucky. “Crawl into bed with me. That’ll make you feel better.” I brush my hand over the sheets and watch as his massive cock grows in his jeans. “See, you’re still excited for me.”

A second passes and then another, as though he’s thinking something over before he pulls off his jeans and leans into the creaking bed.

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