Chapter 115
Jane
My cheek is pressed to the cool wood floor as a pair ofrge, heavy boots approach from the doorway.
They stop a few feet from face, and while I want to cower from Ethan’s anger, l’m also beyond relieved
that he’s here. I don’t get sick often, and when I do I usually have to just power through – no matter
how terrible I feel.
One of the joys of single parenting is that there’s no backup in times like these, no one to step in and
take care of your responsibilities when you aren’t up to the, task.
Linda has been taking care of me of course, and though I love her, she’s simply not the one l want. My
wolf has been aching for Ethan, craving her mate in a time of need.
My hazy brain reels with the realization that I’ve started thinking of Ethan as my mate again, but in
some ways it’s not a surprise. Il always yearn for Ethan when I feel poorly, but this is the first time since
the divorce I might actually get my wish.
I don’t even realize l’ve closed my eyes until l feel Ethan’s soothing touch, his tender hands stroking
down my back as he kneels down next to me. Blinking up at him, my vision blurs slightly and I emit a
piteous m0an.
“I’m dying”
A sympathetic purr rumbles in Ethan’s ch3st, “Poor baby.” He croons, sliding his arms beneath me,
e on, let’s get you off the floor”
“l don’t think I can” I tell him, not processing the fact that l’ve already left the ground.
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” He advises, gathering me to his chest, “‘ve got you.”
The next thing I know we’re in the hallway, and Ethan is sweeping past Linda and Eric, carrying me up
a flight of stairs, “Where are we going?” I murmur, trying to remember if we walked this way when we
snuck on board.
“I’m taking you to my cabin” Ethan informs me, and then l’m calling the ship’s medic.”
I don’t want a medic.” Iin deliriously, “1 just want you.”
Ethan pauses briefly, looking down at me with concern. I don’t think he objects to my desire to be near
him, but I’m sure he’s suspicious that l’m admitting it.
In fact… why did Il admit that? I wonder, feeling the blood rushing in my ears. I promised myself I
wouldn’t make any decisions about our rtionship until we had time to see if things could work
between us, if I start spilling my secret feelings to Ethan, he might get the wrong idea.
The man in question frowns deeply, and increases his pace. “Linda should havee to me sooner.”
He scolds, shaking his head. “You’re really out of it, aren’t you?”
“I’m not out of it.” l insist, nuzzling his ch3st and breathing in his scent. “You’re out of it.” I slur, reaching
for the buttons of his shirt so I can undo the top and expose his bare skin. When I seed, I sigh
happily and press my cheek to his muscr pec. His arms tighten around me protectively, and he
starts to purr again, though I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it.
Somehow Ethan manages to get me to his cabin before another bout of nausea can send me over the
edge, but when he tries to deposit me on his bed, I cling to him stubbornly, “No, stay!”
“It’s just for a moment, Jane.” He promises, prying my grasping fingers from his body.
I feel suddenly very cold without him, and I whimper as I nce around this new space. Calling his
room a cabin was a bit of an understatement. It looks as though Ethan booked the ship’s owner’s suite,
which is fitted with every luxury possible. There’s a balcony running the length of the room, one whose
doors are already open and sending cool ocean breezes over my mmy skin. The mattress beneath
me is as big as my bed at home, and l’m surrounded on all sides by plush covers. There’s a state of the
art kitchen, a sitting area, office and a bathroom with a built-in jacuzzi bathtub.
Compared to the narrow, windowless berths the staff upy, it’s a pce.
Ethan returns almost as quickly as he left, a woman in a paramedic uniform trailing behind him. I reach
for Ethan as he nears and he settles on the edge of the bed, encouraging me to rest my head in his
la*p.
It’s not enough, I want to feel hisforting touch enveloping me on all sides, but when I attempt to
mber into his*ppletely, he bends his l!ps to my ear.”Just let her check you out first.” He orders
gently.
I offer him a disgruntled growl in reply, and he arches his brow, daring me to push my luck. One look at
his disapproving expression has me settling back down with my head on his powerful thighs, and then
the medic steps forward with a sympathetic smile. “Hello, Jane.” She says warmly, “feeling a bit
seasick?”
I nod pathetically, sure my greenplexion and zed eyes are already telling her everything she
needs to know. “Have you been able to keep anything down since we left port, any food or water?”
“No’ l admit hoarsely. It was not forck of trying.
Linda had been trying to get water into me since l started vomiting, to no avail.
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“Okay, we need to get some fluids into you.:” The medic assesses. “I’m going to put an |Vin your arm,
and that way we can get some electrolytes into your system, plus some medications to help your
stomach.
They’ll probably make you sleep a lot, but that’s a right sight better than being awake and sick.”
I nod in agreement, and Ethan strokes my hair. “ls there anything I can do to help her when she’s
awake?”
“Coldpresses and fresh air.” She suggests, some people like hot baths. You can also go to the
galley and get some ginger ale, saltines, broth – things like that. She probably won’t want to eat but
once the medication starts Working she really needs to try. And anything else she needs is fine.
Everyone has their ownforts.”
I already know what I need tofort me, and Ethan already refused to give it. I think sullenly.
To my surprise the medic purses her l!ps with amusement, and Ethan’s prating eyes catch me in
their crosshairs, “Do you realize you just said that out loud?” He questions, his lip quirking despite his
ominous expression.
I feel my eyes widen reflexively, “I did?”
“You did” He confirms indulgently, shing an affectionate grin.
I think about it for a moment, then shrug, closing my eyes as the medic begins pulling saline bags and
packaged tubes from her bag. “That’s okay, I meant it.”
Ethan chuckles, and then hisrge hand is sliding down my arm, positioning it for the lIV while he
continues to distract me, running his fingers through the long locks of my hair. “That feels nice.” I
murmur softly.
As soon as I say it, a needle pierces my arm, sliding into my vein with a sharp pinch. I wince but hold
my arm still so she can finish securing it, and Ethan pets and praises me, “Good girl, that’s it. The worst
is over”
I peek at the medic, watching her inject a few different syringes into the IV ports, before hanging a
saline bag on a hook by the bed. “Just don’t forget to take this with you ifyou get up, Jane.” She
cautions, “I”lle backter to check on you, but I think you’re in good hands.”
After she leaves, Il roll onto my back and look up at Ethan, reading all the conflicting emotions on his
rugged features. l can see he’s worried and tense, stressed and angry, but also unabashedly adoring. I
can only focus on the feelings he’s telegraphing for a moment, because after a few seconds of staring
into the bottomless pools of his eyes, I forget what I was even thinking about. He’s so handsome it’s
distracting, and I find it impossible not to get lost admiring his strong jaw, chiseled cheekbones and
bronze skin.
Ethan is smiling again, and I slowly realize my mistake. “l said that out loud too, huh?”
“Yes you did” He concedes, “but it was nice to hear.
“Am I really in trouble?” l ask in a small voice, still craving more of his touch, but feeling slightly
hypnotized by his continued eye contact. “Isn’t this punishment enough?”
“Oh you’re in a world of trouble, little wolf” He informs me with a knowing look, “you did yourself”
“I’m sorry.”‘ I say, though I don’t truly mean it. My words are bing more and more uneven as the
medicines kick in. My stomach already feels better, but it’s bing hard to keep my eyes open. “I
couldn’t let you leave me behind, the pups need me.” Ever since l got sick, l’ve been wondering how on
earth my boys made this journey. I hate the idea that they had to go through this without anyone to care
for them. In truth, I think that’s part of why I wouldn’t let Linda go for help, I didn’t think I deserved to be
taken care of when my pups didn’t have that luxury.
“Hush now sweetheart.” Ethan encourages, “We don’t have to talk about this now, just try to get some
rest”
But l can’t – not yet, I have to know one thing first.
Gazing up at the huge Alpha warily, I ask. “Are you going to make me go back?”