Chapter 33

Jessica

My patient was thirsty, and here I stood arguing with the patient’s husband about whether he was or was not my mate. In fact, Liam was also my patient albeit one not nearly so sick. I poured a mug of tea and hurried to Mia’s side. His eyes were open, but he lay on his side, so I set the drink down and helped him get propped up with pillows. “I brought you some more tea.” I placed the cup in his hands and then smoothed the covers around his waist. “It’s better for you than water.”

He lifted it to his lips then made an awful grimace. “This is what my mouth tastes like. It’s what I wanted the water to get rid of. Ugh.”

Liam burst into laughter. “I’ve had at least a hundred cups of the stuff and, while it’s absolutely vile, I think it’s doing the job. I’m not nauseous anymore and all the pains are fading back.”

“Not a hundred,” I protested, hurrying back to the kitchen for a glass of water. “But you’re right, it is working.” She perched on the edge of the bed and swapped out the