Chapter 10

Leah

Rex lowers himself gingerly onto the stool and slumps against the back, while I get a glass of water and place it into his trembling hands. He drinks it in one go, a few drops of water spilling from the corners of his mouth. Using the back of his hand, he wipes them away roughly. He’s out of breath and tips his head back as he recovers and regains control of his breath. I’m reluctant to leave him, but it only takes a few moments to go into the utility room to pull out the giant first aid kit I only stocked yesterday.

He’s attempting to stand when I come back out. What the hell? I curse under my breath and race around in front of him before he can fall flat on his handsome face. He’s still unsteady on his feet. I can’t help but notice how small and delicate my hands look on his broad, muscular shoulders as I gently urge him back on the seat. His expression is strained, and I can see the pinch of pain around his eyes. He’s pale and drawn, and if he stood up now, I’d bet he’d keel