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“Yeah, a few hours ago, but it hasn’t really helped.”
I press the back of my hand to her forehead. She’s burning up.
“I think you might have strep,” Warren says.
“I agree,” I tell her.
She swallows, and I can see how much pain it causes her because her eyes start to water. “I’ll try to get to the doctor's tomorrow.”
No. Hell no. She needs to see a doctor now.
Grayson and I share a look.
“You need to go tonight,” Warren says.
She shakes her head, wincing in pain. “I’ll be fine.”
“No, we’ll get you to the twenty-four-hour urgent care.”
“That’s almost an hour away,” she whines.
“I don’t care,” I tell her.
Stubborn woman. Just let us take care of you.
“Please go,” Jackson’s sweet voice rings through the quiet. “You’re really sick.”
Her eyes connect with his. All the fight leaves her body. “Okay.”
Sienna is curled up in the backseat of my car with as many blankets as we could haul down from her apartment. Grayson is sitting shotgun.
Warren looked physically pained when we pulled out of the parking lot without him, but Sienna only agreed to go see a doctor if he took Jackson home to bed.
Pulling back into Aspen Springs, I glance over at Grayson. He looks pissed. I know he isn’t actually mad. He’s just worried about her.
They did a rapid strep test in the office, and it came back positive. We were able to get her antibiotics from the connected pharmacy before we left town.
While she was being seen by the doctor, we called Warren. We were all in agreement that we were absolutely not taking her back home tonight.
Warren wasn’t willing to be away from her any more than Grayson or I were, so his house made the most sense. He’s confident we can keep Jackson away from her until she isn’t contagious anymore.
I say “we” because Grayson and I will most definitely be sticking around, too.
I put my car in park in Warren’s driveway. Now we just have to keep her from killing us for making this executive decision. Because lord knows she isn’t one for letting anyone help her.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Sienna
I waketo the smell of amber and leather and strong arms wrapped around me. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to process where I am.
The first thing I see is Grayson’s face, and it’s right there. He has me cradled in his arms, and we’re moving toward a house I don’t recognize.
I wiggle in his hold, but for once, I don’t demand he put me down. I feel so weak right now. I don’t even know how far I’d be able to make it on my own.
He walks up the steps and onto the porch. The front door swings open, and Warren’s worried face appears.
Grayson carries me through the door and into the living room, where he sets me down on the couch.
