“Okay,” Ian laid the thermometer down and breathed a sigh of relief. “One hundred even, that’s not bad.”
Jordan touched fingertips to Cole’s forehead and grinned when Cole snarled at him. “He’s acting more like himself. Feels a lot cooler too.” He turned and set his feet on the floor, lifting himself off the bed. “We should let him sleep.”
Ian nodded his agreement, followed Jordan out of the bedroom, and walked through to the kitchen to wash his hands while Jordan did the same in the bathroom. He was tucking the towel back on its rack when Jordan leaned into the kitchen doorframe. “Don’t go back to work.”
“I have to.”
Jordan stepped forward, not stopping until he was standing directly in front of Ian, almost touching. “It’s already three-thirty. By the time you get back it will be four
