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broke my heart. My gaze went over her. Everything around her was a
fuzzy, whirling mess, but Verity’s face was so clear.
    She’d been
hurt and it made me feel so bad. I would never hurt her.
    But her eyes had
said differently. Somehow I’d hurt her and I didn’t know
how.
    “How?” I
whispered, my lips so dry, my mouth parched.
    “Boone, are
you okay?” she asked, and her voice was so smooth, I closed my
eyes again, just to savor it. “Boone talk to me.”
    “Do you want
me to get your daddy?” Lindsay asked.
    “See if you
can find him.”
    She pressed her hand
against my forehead and I reached for it and pulled it to my mouth.
“Oh, God, you’re burning up.”
    I opened my eyes
again and took another look. Yup, I was burning up all right and she
was the source.
    “Boone, you
have a fever. Were you feeling bad before today?”
    “Yes, I’m
bad. I’m so bad.”
    She sounded kind of
worried, like she was genuinely concerned…but she was mad at
me, right? I opened my eyes, and she was even closer than she’d
been before, almost on top of me, leaning over me, one of her hands
sliding up to my brow, like she was feeling for a fever that same way
she’d caressed me in her tiny bathroom like I was so wonderful
to touch.
    “God, so
good.”
    “Did you just
say God is good?”
    I laughed, my mind
whirling, the headache pounding with my heart. It hurt to laugh. “No,
your touch. I’m wonderful.”
    “Boone, you’re
not making sense.”
    She was looking at
me so intently, her dark eyebrows bunching over her cinnamon eyes…or
were they closer to paprika? Her lashes were lush. I’d never
noticed that, her lips pink, the whole of her so creamy and lovely,
my heart broke again, right there on the spot.
    “Verity, I
just remembered it’s your dad’s day to go to the nursing
home for his daily visit and your mom’s not answering the door.
Her car’s gone.” Lindsay said.
    “She’s
probably gone to the market. This is the day she shops,” Verity
said, then she looked back at me. “Boone, can you sit up?’
    She supported the
back of my head, slipping her hand over my back muscles. Geezus, I
loved the way she touched me.
    “Lindsay, grab
a bottle of water out of the fridge for me.”
    “What do you
think is wrong with him?”
    “He’s a
dumbass male.”
    I laughed. “Now
I’m a jerk and a dumbass.”
    Lindsay laughed, too
and lowered her voice, but I could still hear her. “Well, he
might be a dumbass, but, man, he’s a gorgeous dumbass.”
    “Lindsay,
could we focus here?” Verity said.
    “Other than
being a dope. What do you think is wrong with him?”
    “Headache and
fever. The knucklehead has the flu and he’s probably been
ignoring the signs. It didn’t help yesterday that he got
drenched and then sat in air conditioning.
    Even though she was
calling me a dumbass, she was being really gentle with me. When the
cold water hit my lips, I tried to drink too fast and the bottle
tipped and splashed onto my chest.
    “Geezus!”
I jumped and then started shivering.
    “Lindsay. I’m
going to take him home. I’ll try to get ahold of his family.”
She turned back to me. “Boone, can you stand?”
    I nodded and pushed
myself off the floor, my head reeling, but Verity was there to steady
me. She slipped her arm around me and guided me out the door. “The
sketch,” I said like it was the most important thing in the
world.
    Lindsay turned back
and snatched it up off the floor, then followed us as Verity helped
me into my truck. I leaned back in the seat. My head was still
pounding and I was still shivering.
    “Boone? Your
keys?”
    “Front
pocket.” My joints started aching, and I didn’t even want
to move to dig for my keys. My head kept spinning.
    I felt her hand in
my jeans pocket, and she made a grab for what she thought was the
bulge of my keys.
    “Not the
keys,” I said as she grabbed my dick.
    My still hard dick.
    “Damn, Boone.”
    I know. I was sick
and hard. But she’d been