Chapter Thirty-Seven
In Sickness and Health
That longest day dragged on.
Alex pulled an armchair next to the bed. He’d never been much of a caffeine fiend either. Only at rehab had he partaken regularly, and that more out of conformity than anything else. The same went for cigarettes. Here he’d only indulged in either when they were offered, and the former very rarely. If ever there was a time to make exceptions though, this was it.
It gave Alex a guilty twinge to pillage his owner’s hoards without permission. He was confident enough in her approval however to pour a mug and light up right beside her – though only after he opened both the window next to him and the skylight above to vent the smoke.
The coffee helped to keep him alert. The tobacco relaxed his jitters. Still Rachel re
