14 Chapter 14

“I suppose so. I can’t really taste anything right now.” I set down the bowl. “Look, thanks for stopping by. And,” I added grudgingly, “I appreciate the basket. I’m really tired though, and I need to lie down again.” In fact, I started to stretch out right then, my body urging me to get more rest.

Titus stood, actually tucked the blankets around me, and gently brushed hair from my forehead. “Sleep well, Ed, and I hope you’re back on your feet soon. Text me if you need anything, all right?” And then he was gone.

I dreamed of his fingers on my skin.

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All that remained of my bout with the flu was a mild cough by the time I returned to work. My staff greeted me like a long-lost, beloved pet, and grumbled playfully that Liz was a slave driver and they were so happy I was back at the helm.