She rolled her eyes. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I should’ve stayed in bed.”
A few minutes later he was lying beneath the quilts. “Do you think Hammond will convince his brother to come forward?” he asked.
“I hope so. I’d love to see Matt Ketchum go to jail.” Matt’s father had always stood between him and punishment. With Mitch dead that wouldn’t happen this time.
Garrett quipped, “If times were different I’d be tempted to represent Zach’s brother myself, if only to make Matt and Jarvis more furious.”
“That would be a nice twist,” she said, standing over him. “But now no more playing nosy reporter, or lawyer, Garrett McCray. Rest. Don’t make me tie you to the bed.”
“I might like that. You could have your way with me.”
She snorted and gave him a mock stern look.
He replied, “Okay. Rest.”
Still amused, she placed a soft kiss on his brow and left the room.