He joined me a few seconds later. I searched his face, figuring I could tell more about what was going on and get a good read on him, but he didn't look at me at all. Instead, he focused on the driver.
"Morton, do you have the items I asked you to get for Ms. Summers?"
"Yes, sir. I dropped by the pharmacy this morning. Here they are, and the bracelet as well." He handed me a small bag.
"Oh, thank you." I was truly touched. Even though he had a million other things to take care of this morning and was worried sick about his grandfather, he’d still remembered about my motion sickness.
I frowned. "Wait, where exactly is it supposed to press?"
"Come here. I know how this works."
"Oh, thank you."
"Hold out your left hand."
I did as Jake said. He took the bracelet, ripping it out of the package.
"How do you know how to put it on?" I asked.
"Ben, my associate, has motion sickness too. I’ve seen him put it on whenever we fly somewhere."
Feeling his calloused fingertips on my bare skin was almost too much to bear, especially after our moment before.
Oh, sweet Lord, please no—
Of course my skin turned to goose bumps again.
I bit my lower lip as he fixed the bracelet. He put three fingers on the line right under my palm, then pressed his thumb between my veins.
“That's where it has to press.”
I cleared my throat, nodding. "Thanks."
He secured the bracelet in a matter of seconds and then let go of my hand. I wished he hadn’t. It was soothing and sexy at the same time.
"Should I take the pills now?" I asked softly.
"As you wish," he replied. "As far as I know, the effect is quick, but you’ll be drowsy."
"For how long?"
"Probably the entire flight back. Maybe longer."
"Do you think I'll be fine just wearing the bracelet?"
“There's no way to know.”
I didn't want another vomit episode, so I popped a pill as well.
The result was that I slept the entire flight back, waking with a start when the plane hit the runway back in Boston.
Jake’s eyes were trained on me. "Welcome back to the land of the living. You were completely out."
I wondered how I hadn't gotten a cramp in my neck or something, and then I realized he made a pillow out of his suit jacket again.
Oh, God, this man.
I folded it carefully, inspecting it for any drool. Nope, thank God.