Meara watched Will’s face soften as the d**g settled in. It made her kind of sad. She’d enjoyed his look of gratitude and the sexiness of his voice when he’d said her name just after.
Sighing over her feelings for him, she pulled Will up into a fireman’s carry. “Lord, you’re bigger than ya look. One inch taller and I’d have had to drag yer heavy metal arse across the floor. With my luck, I’d give ya a concussion and then ya would be hating me for yet another reason. I swear, there’s no winning with ya, Captain Serious.”
She carried Will to his bed and rolled him down on it. She pushed his face over to the edge and put a trashcan within easy reach in case he got sick. He probably would. Will had been looking pretty green around the gills when she arrived.
Kissing Will’s forehead one last
