Tilly jumped up, groaning a little as the world spun around her. She grabbed at the counter to steady herself.
“Tilly? Tilly, are you all right?” Dylan asked in an alarmed voice.
“Fine,” she replied. “Just stood up too fast.”
She moved over to the door and unlocked it. Dylan stepped inside, grabbing her shoulder with one hand as he ran his gaze over her.
“You’re going back to bed. Did you faint?” He pulled her against his body with his good arm.
“Dylan, I’m okay. I just felt a little dizzy. Who was that screaming? Was it Miller?”
Dylan moved into the bedroom, keeping her tight against him.
“Sit down,” he said with concern. “Yeah, it was Miller. She’s going through bad withdrawals.”
“Oh no, I have to help her.” She tried to stand, but he stood in the way.
“The doc gave her something to sleep. She’s out again. We need to talk about what to do about her.”
“Do about her?” she repeated. What did he mean?
Dylan watched her closely. “You sure you’re okay? I can get the doctor to come check on you.”
“I promise. I’m good. I’d rather the doctor stayed with Miller.”
“Rogan and Aedan are downstairs. We need to have a chat.” He moved to the dr
awers and pulled out one of his large shirts. “Put this on.”
Dylan reached for his jeans as she pulled the shirt over her head. She noticed him fumbling as he tried to pull his jeans on.
“Here, let me. Sit down.”
He sat on the side of the bed and she placed each leg of the jeans over his feet.
“Now stand.”
She remained kneeling as he stood and pulled the jeans up his legs.
Dylan groaned. “There are much more interesting things I’d rather be doing with you in this position.”
Tilly smiled up at him. “Me too.” She placed a kiss on his boxer-clad cock before carefully zipping up his jeans.
Dylan helped her up with his good hand and kissed her quickly. “If we didn’t have more pressing issues, I’d bend you over that bed and have my way with you.”
“Later?” she asked.
“It’s a date.” He grabbed her hand in his and they moved out of the bedroom and into the corridor. Tilly stopped by the door to Miller’s room and poked her head in. The doctor, whose name she didn’t even know, glanced up from where he sat beside the bed. He appeared to be in his late thirties, but it was hard to tell in the dim light.
Miller lay on her side, sleeping.
“She’s all right,” he said in a kind voice. “I’m keeping a close eye on her.”
“If she needs me, please let me know,” Tilly said. “I’ll just be downstairs.”
“Right now she doesn’t have a clue who she is, let alone anyone else. I’ll keep a close watch on her.”
Dylan stopped at the top of the stairs. He wrapped his arm tightly around her waist. “Tell me if you start to feel dizzy.”