I must have fallen asleep, for when I came to he was hovering above me on the bed, smoothing back my hair and using a damp green washcloth to wipe me down. His lips were curved into a half smile.
“Hey.”
“Hey yourself.”
“That was…thank you.”
Brady chuckled. “No. Thank you.”
I blinked rapidly. “What time is it?”
“A little after eleven.”
“At night?”
“Yes, at night.”
“Must have zonked out. Sorry.”
His thumb brushed my bottom lip. “You have nothing at all to be sorry for, Jere.” He tilted his head. “Did you want to spend the night?”
“Unfortunately, I really can’t. Rick’s probably not very happy with me skipping out, and anyway I have to be at the hospital early in the morning.” I struggled to sit up. “I can call one of those driving services to take me home.”
“No way. I’ll take you.
