4
Chloe sat at the bedside of the Joneses’ son. He didn’t have a fever, and his breathing had evened out. She sighed and rubbed her brow. Just another day working in the middle of a Thailand jungle.
Looking at him now, so peaceful, she could tell that he was as good-looking as the rest of the Jones family, and just as strong. It hadn’t been so obvious earlier, when he had been throwing up on the floor. And her shoes.
“Where’s Davis?” Kara said as she burst into the tent. “Travis told me he’s sick.”
Chloe stood from her chair and nodded at the bed. “Right here. He’s sleeping, which I’m sure is exactly what he needed.” She walked over to Kara to comfort her, but Kara stepped past Chloe and hurried over to the chair that she’d just vacated. “What happened?”
“I’m not completely sure,” Chl
