“There’s Tylenol in my purse,” she said, gesturing with her head toward the chair where her purse was sitting.
Memphis got the Tylenol from her purse and then went downstairs to get her coffee, sticking a bottle of water in his jeans’ pocket as he did so. He’d come back later for her laptop. Though the bottom of his jeans had gotten a little wet when he’d stepped in the brook to pull her out, his boots had kept him dry, and now even the soggiest parts of his hems seemed to be mostly dry.
Memphis set the coffee down on the nightstand and opened the bottle of water. “Say ‘ah’,” he instructed, waiting for her to open her mouth like a baby bird.
Olivia giggled but then did as she was told, and he plopped the two pills into her mouth, and then helped her with the water. Once she was done, he
