Chapter 29

Titus stood, actually tucked the blankets around me, and gently brushed hair from my forehead. “Sleep well, Ed, and I hope you’re back on your feet soon. Text me if you need anything, all right?” And then he was gone.

I dreamed of his fingers on my skin.

* * * *

All that remained of my bout with the flu was a mild cough by the time I returned to work. My staff greeted me like a long-lost, beloved pet, and grumbled playfully that Liz was a slave driver and they were so happy I was back at the helm.

Liz winked before giving me a brief rundown of things. Same ol’ stuff, it seemed. I spent most of that Monday catching up, fielding “welcome back” visits, emails and phone calls, all of which surprised me.