“Hey,” she croaked.
He looked up, relief evident in his expression. “Hey yourself. How you feeling?”
“Like I got hit by a truck.” She struggled to sit up. Duke was there instantly, helping her.
“Easy. You’ve been out for a few hours.” He touched her forehead. “Still hot, but not as bad. Think you can eat something?”
Her stomach growled in response. Duke’s mouth curved in a smile that made her heart skip.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Sit tight.”
He returned with a steaming mug. The scent made her blink in surprise. “Is that...”
“Lemon tea with honey and a tiny splash of whiskey.” He helped her take it. “Your mom’s recipe for colds, if I remember right.”
The familiar taste brought tears to her eyes. “You remembered.”
Duke sat beside her again, closer this time. “I remember a lot of thi
