Ben Lucas lifted his hand and flipped the blanket open a little, dragging the drowsy, half-asleep Harrison Lucas out from under it.
Seeing her flushed, rosy face, a shadow darkened in Ben Lucas's eyes.
His large palm pressed to her forehead; sure enough, he felt nothing but searing heat.
Just now under the blanket, he had wanted to yank Harrison Lucas up, but the minute he touched her arm, the heat in his palm made him pause.
Harrison Lucas had a fever.
Thinking back to how she'd been sent back after Redington training with a load and then holed up in her room all day without coming out, Ben Lucas knew her fever was most likely caused by prolonged lack of exercise, the heat from sore, overworked muscles triggering it.
His original intention had been to get her to work out and strengthen her training; he hadn't expected that just one session would knock her flat.
Granted, this illness was related to how slack her training had been lately and how weak her physical condition was.
