Will’s hand brushes affectionately over my hairline, pushing my sweaty hair away from my face. “Why didn’t you call me to come take care of you? Or Noah?” I grimace. “And risk getting any of you sick? No way. I’ll be fine. I have a doctor’s appointment in an hour.” “Good. But how do you plan on getting there?” “I’ll hitch a ride on the back of a turtle.” “Very practical,” he says with the backs of his fingers lingering against my neck. “Let’s get you off the floor, sunshine.” Sunshine. Am I hallucinating or did Will just call me by the sweetest name my ears have ever heard?
