“Good girl. You’re doing well,” Doc told her kindly. “Did you go outside just dressed in a hoodie and yoga pants?”
Linc growled as he asked that.
“Yes. I wasn’t planning to be out long. I was just going to wash the windows then get down.”
“Bet you won’t do that again,” he replied as he slid out the thermometer. “Linc will see to that. Temperature is fine.”
Linc let out a relieved sigh as Doc fixed her pants. She rolled over and Linc slid out from under her.
“I have some good news, your new pump and monitor will be here tomorrow or day after. I’ll let you know when and you can come to my clinic. Also, Caley was very happy with your beta reading. I think she’s going to ask you if you’ll do it for all her books.”
“Really?” Happiness filled her and she smiled up at Linc. But he just stared down at her tensely, as though he wasn’t listening to them.
She pushed back the blankets, feeling stifled. He reached down and pulled them back up.
“Linc, I’m too hot.”
“Leave them. You could have gotten hypothermia. You could have frozen to death up there. Or fallen and broken your neck. You could have had a seizure. Gone into a coma.”
Doc sighed then had her check her blood sugar again. “Linc, Marisol could use a warm drink. Maybe a small hot chocolate.”
“Shit. Fuck.” Linc stomped into the kitchen.
“Hmm, he doesn’t usually swear much.”
She winced. “He’s upset.”
“That much is obvious. You’re in a world of trouble once you’re feeling better, sweetie.”
Yeah, that’s what she figured too.
“Your blood sugar is better, though. Eat something. And keep a close eye on it, okay?”
Linc returned carrying her baby bottle filled with hot chocolate.
“Linc,” she groaned.
He just glared down at Doc who was packing up. “What’s going on? Is she okay? Does she need to go to the hospital?”
“Nope. Keep her warm but not too hot. I think six blankets might be overkill. We just tested her blood sugar level and it’s gone up. Just keep a bit of an eye on her today but she’s going to be fine.”
“Really? You’re sure I shouldn’t do anything else for her?” Linc asked.
“Well, given her behavior, she’d benefit from a hot ass,” Doc said dryly.
She gasped and glared up at the doctor.
“Oh, she’ll get that. Once she’s feeling better,” Linc agreed. “I’ll walk you out.”
He handed her the baby bottle. “Drink, teeny.”
32
Marisol waited until they’d both left to take a few sips from the bottle. She hugged Princess Nana tight. It was a relief to be off that roof. Even if she did have a punishment coming to her. She pushed back the blankets with a sigh. She was way too hot.
She heard voices murmuring in the hallway and even though she knew she shouldn’t, she found herself tiptoeing out so she could listen in.
“She’s going to be fine, Linc. She’s been managing her diabetes on her own for a long time. And I know you’re helping her even more. This was just a mistake.”