“Her feet are always cold. We’ve got a fourteen-hour flight plus a layover for refueling. She needs to keep her feet warm. And they’re soft enough not to hurt her injured foot.”
She didn’t point out that a pair of socks would have done. Not that she had a spare pair with her.
Her stuff!
“Piggles! We have to go back for Piggles.” She tried to stand but Wolfe grabbed hold of her hips.
“Stay there,” he growled at her.
“But Piggles!”
“I’ve got him. Aleki, he’s on the bed. Go grab him.”
Aleki disappeared. She blinked down at Wolfe in shock as he pulled a bottle from his pocket and read the label silently. Then he shook out two pills.
“You really remembered Piggles?”
“Of course I did. I packed up all your shit while you were sleeping. Also bought you some other clothes and things.”
How did he manage to get all that done in a few hours?
Hello, it was Wolfe. What couldn’t he do in a few hours?
“Open.”
She couldn’t help the shiver of arousal that went through her at that word. The image of him ordering her to open her mouth while she was on her knees in front of him . . . yeah, that was freaking hot.
Jeez Louise, get your mind off sex.
“What’s wrong? You’re flushed. Do you feel ill? Damn it, we should have waited longer to move you.”
A big, wide palm was placed over her forehead. “You don’t feel hot. I need to take your temperature. Do you have any pain elsewhere? Any other symptoms? Do you feel light-headed?”
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Aleki asked. He walked in carrying Piggles. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God.
“She’s flushed,” Wolfe replied. “She could be running a temperature. Maybe she’s caught something. I need to do some research. Can you get the First-Aid kit I bought? It’s in the back room. It’s got a rectal thermometer. Actually, better I do that in there. Don’t want anyone else catching sight of her ass.”
“No one is going to see my ass,” she squeaked. “Including you.”
Wolfe raised an eyebrow. “Can’t take your temperature unless I bare your ass.”
“Yes, you can. You use one of those thermometers that go in your ear.”
Something wicked lit up Wolfe’s face. “Ahh, but I didn’t buy one of those. Too bad. Gonna have to use the rectal one.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “What sort of First-Aid kit comes with a rectal thermometer?”
“The kind that I had made up,” Wolfe replied.
“You did it on purpose? You rat! Well, you’re not taking my temperature.”
“I am. I’m in charge of your health. If I think you have a fever, you bet your naughty ass I’m taking your temperature.”
She growled. “You’re an ass.”
“Nah, I just have an obsession with yours.”
“What’s going on?” Caleb asked.