Chapter 18
Chloe
“Chloe?”
Who was that talking to me? I tried to open my eyes but they were so heavy. “Mmm,” was all I could manage.
“Chloe? Honey, how are you feeling?”
The word honey got my attention and my eyelids popped up to find Eduardo staring down at me, concern written across his face.
Eduardo, my husband. It all started coming back to me . . . I’d come home. Correction: We’d come home the night before after our wedding, and I promptly fell asleep. Not exactly the wedding night I anticipated, and probably not the one Eduardo had planned either.
“I’m sorry. About last night . . .”
“That’s all right. You had a fever.” He placed his hand on my forehead, and his cool skin felt good.
“You feel hot still,” he said. “I don’t have a thermometer around here but I’m not sure you’re
