"I don't even have a fever! Why did you drag me into this when you're the one taking medicine?" Shalma Hughes asked somewhat resentfully, though a soft ripple of emotion danced in her eyes. It was hard to tell whether she was acting coy or genuinely interrogating him.
Julian Winslow straightened his posture but had no intention of letting the woman on his lap get up. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her again, locking her firmly within his territory.
"Since we're getting married, it's only right that we share both the bitter and the sweet," he said.
