Chapter 31

“Don’t move,” Wynn ordered before hurrying to find the pills. He was back moments later, setting thebottles down on the nightstand. “Water. Bathroom,” he muttered, looking around. He found it behind one of the doors, filled the glass he found on the counter, and came back. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he helped Mick sit up enough to take the pills he needed.

“Thanks,” Mick barely whispered when Wynn eased him back down again. “Now if they’d just kick in.”

“They will. Just close your eyes.” Wynn gently brushed Mick’s dark hair off his sweat-covered forehead.

“Mmmm, nice.”

Wynn continued stroking Mick’s hair until his breathing deepened and slowed. Then he took off Mick’s shoes and pulled the comforter over him. “Sleep well,” he murmured, bending to kiss Mick’s forehead.