NOELLE
"Let me try," I utter softly, my heart pounding.
The blond looks up at me. He searches my face for a moment, then he nods slowly.
"He needs to keep it down for at least ten minutes," he says. "If he vomits—"
"I know." I swallow hard. "Can I have a moment alone with him? Please."
Jake glances at Danika. They communicate discreetly. That mere action makes me even more nervous. But I have to push past the lump in my throat and the tightness in my chest. My mate needs me.
Danika is the first to rise. She cups my face in both hands, pressing her forehead to mine for just a second. It's so maternal and unexpected that my throat constricts completely. Then she pulls back, kisses my temple, and ushers the others out without a word.
The door slides shut behind them. Now, it's just us.
