Sunday morning, Dylan lay in bed watching Lynda. She seemed to be doing all right but he was still a bit worried about her. Falling asleep in the tub was never good, and he felt guilty that it had taken him so long to check on her.
He"d gotten her warmed up and spent the rest of the evening making sure she stayed that way. By the time they finished the movie she"d been yawning and barely able to keep her eyes open. He wasn"t sure if it was that the cold bath had done more to drain energy than the nap she"d taken had restored it or if there was something worse wrong. He hoped it was just exhaustion from yesterday and that she would be back to her usual energetic self today, but he was going to let her sleep as long as he could, just in case.
Her lashes fluttered and her green eyes opene
