“Hey.”
Megan stepped forward, blocking a good portion of the light. Some of the pain eased, and he released a sigh. There might also have been something else—calm, maybe—but he wasn’t going to dwell on that. “Hey.”
She must have noticed him squinting, because the next thing Paul knew, she was marching over to the windows and pulling the curtains closed.
“Better?” Megan asked as she returned to stand beside his bed.
“Yes. Thank you.” He tried to sit up, and without him asking, Megan readjusted the pillows behind him. “You know you shouldn’t get too close. You’ll catch it, too.”
“Well, if I do, you’ll just have to take care of me then, won’t you?” She sauntered across the room, and returned with a tray that held two pieces of toast and some tea.
Although he wasn’t really hungry, Paul k
