Chapter Twenty-Seven
When Molly next opened her eyes, she was flooded with the morning sunshine. In trying to raise her hand, she felt the IV needle sticking from it, and that clarity told her that she was in hospital.
“Try not to move,” the voice came from beside her.
Rolling her head on her pillow, she saw Jason seated at the side of her bed. “What are you doing here?” she croaked.
He lifted a cup from the side table and brought it to her mouth, then directed the straw between her lips.
“I’m on watch,” he said. “Blake is snowed under with paperwork. He stayed all day yesterday and slept here last night. He’ll be pissed as hell when he finds out you woke up with me and not him.”
“I’ll fake it,” Molly said and pushed a smile to her lips. “Just don’t tell him I woke up now, and
