“It’s all right you know,” Barnaby assured Nathan as he leaned over him, wiping his forehead with a cool damp cloth.
Easy for him to say, Nathan thought. He didn’t just barf in front of the man he had the hots for. He wondered, somewhat feverishly, as he lay in bed, who that man might be for Barnaby.
Somehow, after he’d gotten over the total humiliation of having to have Barnaby clean up after him, they’d managed to get him back to his bed. Now, his own private nurse was administering to him. Maybe the day had improved after all.
He stared into Barnaby’s blue-gray eyes, mesmerized by the tiny flecks of gold dotting them. Suddenly his glasses were snatched off his face and the man went blurry.
“Sorry, I should have thought you wouldn’t want these on in bed. They’re smudged with…um…stuff
