Page 15 of Securing His Obsession

“I came to see how you were and to bring you some meds.” He pointed to the box of pills he’d placed by the water.

“How do you know I haven’t taken anything?” The fact she could snap back at him surprised her. She thought for sure the pounding in her head had robbed her of the ability to think straight.

“Have you?” he countered.

“No,” she sighed, and struggled to sit up. In an instant, Damon’s arm was beneath her shoulder blades, and he helped her to an upright position, before sitting beside her. Without conscious thought, she leaned into him, his solid strength comforting.

Her eyes drifted shut again, but she was aware of him moving and the crackle of the tablet packet. “Here you go.” He gave her a gentle nudge, and she blinked a couple of times before his hand with two white pills in the middle of it, came into focus.

Quickly, she swallowed them down, her energy levels draining faster than a solar battery on a cold winter’s day.

“Thanks,” she murmured, as he settled her back under the covers, the lure of sleep too hard to resist, and she let it envelope her. At least asleep, she didn’t feel any pain.

Margot surfaced from a deep dreamless sleep. Her head not as foggy as it was the last time she woke. Or had it all been a dream?

Had she really thrown up in front of Damon?

Had he brought her pills and water?

Glancing over to her bedside table, she saw the bottle of water still there, and noticed that it was now eight in the evening. Her room was dark. The door was shut, but the sliver of light coming from one of the outside lights gave her room a warm glow.

She had no idea what time it had been when Damon arrived, but it was clear whatever pills he’d gotten for her had done the trick and had wiped the migraine away.

“How are you feeling? Better?” His deep husky voice had her jumping out of her skin. Damon being in her house was the last thing she expected. She thought for sure that he would’ve left.

“You’re here?” she stated the obvious, but her brain was having trouble processing everything that had occurred in the last twenty-four hours.

“Of course, you didn’t think I was going to leave you while you were still ill, did you?”

“Um yes, because you were under no obligation to stay with me. Why did you stay?” Somehow her ability to form coherent thoughts and sentences had returned. Working out the puzzle that was Damon Pallin—not so much.

“You didn’t answer my question. Are you feeling better?”

“And you’re avoiding mine.” Margot willed herself to relax her suddenly tense muscles. Fighting with Damon was the last thing she needed after recovering from a migraine.

“Fine, I stayed because I couldn’t leave you, okay? It could’ve been something more than a migraine. You could’ve vomited again, but not been able to make it to the bathroom in time. Or you could’ve passed out and hit your head.”

Never before had she heard Damon sound so distraught. Given what he did for a living, him panicking seemed so out of character.

It also subdued the flare of anger within her at his avoidance of giving her a straight answer. Nothing could be more to the point than what he’d just said to her. “Okay, well thank you.”

He disappeared out of the room, and she took it as a sign that he would leave, and the only sound she would hear in her little unit was of the front door closing. But like always with Damon, he did the unexpected and turned the light in the living room on.

She blinked a couple of times against the brightness pouring through her bedroom doorway, but was pleased when her head remained pain free.

Margot didn’t understand why he was showing her so much attention now, but she’d heard the worry in his voice as he gave her a rundown of all the things that could’ve happened to her. Things she hadn’t considered. She’d been living by herself for so long, always having to rely on no one but herself, that she’d never given the consequences of what might happen should she get gravely ill. It was a sobering thought.

“Have you been sitting in the dark the whole time you’ve been here?” she questioned when he took up his position in the doorway again. With the light on, she could see how messy his hair was, as if he’d been running his fingers through it over and over.

“Not really, I’ve been working at your dining table, and put the kitchen light on once it started to get dark. It gave me enough light.”

His consideration on how light might affect her wasn’t unexpected, not after the last few minutes. The depths of this man was being exposed to her every moment they spent together.

“Was Steve okay with you working here?” She didn’t think their boss would’ve had a problem with it; he was one of the good guys.

Damon’s lips twisted into a wry smile. “More than okay.”

A knock sounded at her front door. What was going on? She never had a lot of visitors, yet there was someone here again. Not to mention at after eight in the evening, it wasn’t a usual time for someone to drop by.