He brushed his fingers over the back of her hand and he felt her shiver. That made him smile but she moved her hand.
"What's in the basket?" she asked.
Tristan hid his frustration. He wanted, needed to touch her, but he wouldn't push it. She controlled all the cards here. So, he reached inside the basket and lifted up the first item. "I brought you one of my t-shirts with my stank on it. I'm sure the one you have has lost my scent by now." Tristan moved some things around in the basket. "Celia made some chicken soup and bread for you. There are a few movies in here that I thought you might like. A few gossip magazines and some fresh oranges." He looked at her. "You know; I can have my doctor fly in from Baltimore to take a look at you. Dr. Bannerman is the best."
"No!" she said hastily. "I'm fine really."