Aimee did look wild and raw
though, like she’d been living on her own longer than
Jim had let on. But there was also a vulnerability about
her that wouldn’t allow him to leave. She was his patient, regardless of whatever her troubles were now.
“Mmm.” She frowned in her sleep
and turned toward him. Her eyes remained closed,
her lashes dark smudges above her cheekbones. She
mumbled something else and he scooted his chair closer. “His paw.” Her hair was still damp from the
bath, and he brushed the long bangs away from her
forehead.
“Aimee?” “His paw.” Her brows came
together and she turned away. “See? There.” Jake checked the IV drip and
felt her forehead again. Her dreams would be strange
because of the fever. But it



