Chapter 115

At the stove in his kitchen, Parker flipped scrambled eggs while waiting for Maddie to finish showering. He'd already changed the sheets and fed Domino. Not that his dog realized the fact by the way he'd wolfed down his food or stood sentinel while Parker cooked.

He shook his head as the faint sound of a hair dryer shut off down the hall. When he'd picked Maddie up from work last night, she'd been hotter than the surface of the sun and barely standing upright. He'd taken for granted normal comforts while ill. A bed. Blankets. Soup and a microwave to heat it. A bathtub. What in the hell would she have done if he hadn't made her come home with him? How had she coped in the past? The thought of her alone in a tent on the side of the mountain, feverish, shivering, made his gut ache.