Anna quickly opened the drawer and pulled out the first-aid kit. She rummaged through it, found the thermometer, and hurried back to Daniel's side.
"Here—put it in your mouth," she instructed, holding it out to him.
But Daniel, acting like the clingy patient he'd suddenly become, simply parted his lips and tilted his head toward her, silently demanding she do it for him.
Anna rolled her eyes, letting out a long, unimpressed sigh. "Seriously?" she muttered under her breath—but she still leaned in and placed the thermometer gently between his lips. Once it was settled, she checked the time on her watch.
He had been perfectly fine that morning… or at least that's what she believed. Now, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin made her chest tighten.
Had her words this morning affected him that deeply? She didn't want to assume it—but she couldn't ignore the way he'd reacted either. Stress could do strange things, and Daniel often bottled up more than he showed.
