Sawyer slept through until the evening, and when Elizabeth saw he was about to wake up she called down to the reception for room service. It wasn’t anything fancy, it was only just something she would consider edible, but it meant they wouldn’t have to go out anywhere.
Elizabeth set the bland food on the table; it was already lukewarm by the time it arrived, but she shook Sawyer awake and he seemed grateful that she had sorted out a meal for them both.
“We don’t have to stay here overnight. I’ll be fine driving back now, I just needed to catch up on sleep.”
“You don’t get a say in this. You’re more than just tired, you’re injured, and you have had no time to rest. I was too wrapped up in my own issues to see how bad it is; I’m sorry.”
“Honestly, I’m fine.”
“No, you aren’t. When we’re
