Chapter 52

Coop was still sleeping. I felt his head, trying to decide if he was running a temperature. He wasn’t, as far as I could tell, and his color was better. He didn’t look like a newly-made ghost. I eased out of bed, undressed—something I hadn’t done the previous night—then took a shower.

When I came out of the bathroom I was stark naked and drying my hair with a hand towel. The bath towels were still on the bed, under Coop.

“Hey, sexy,” Coop said hoarsely, startling me.

I hurried over to sit on the edge of the bed, shaking my head. “You’re in no shape to be saying things like that.”

“Physically? Probably not. Up here—” he tapped his head, then put his hand on his chest, “—and here? It’s how I feel and so I say it. You are damned sexy.”

“Cooper Frost…honest to God. You have to be high on your meds. That’s the only thing I can think to explain you right now.”

“Nope. I’m high on being alive and I wouldn’t be if it weren’t for you. So, thank you, sexy.”