Ruthless King

Yes, but Lottie made up most of his world, followed by his brothers and their women. And Ace and Keir, of course.

He’d give Lottie the moon if she asked for it. Regent walked into the attached bathroom and started looking for a first-aid kit. He found a half-empty one in the bathroom cabinet.

When he stood, he paused, looking at himself.

What if Jillyneededthat hug? Was it really such a big deal to give it to her?

But if he started hugging her, would she get the wrong idea?

And what is the wrong idea? That you want her? And not just for sex?

You want her.

He put the first-aid kit down and gripped the sink, breathing in and out steadily.

This couldn’t happen.

Remember, you’re trying to keep her safe by keeping your distance.

Only how could he do that now that she was ill?

He couldn’t. Unless someone he trusted took care of her.

And who could he trust with her?

Maybe one of her friends . . .

He nearly growled at the thought.

You should let the doctor take care of her. You have no idea what you’re doing.

Right.

Walking back into the bedroom, he saw that she was still lying in the bed. He placed the thermometer on the bedside table. Her hair was in tight braids against her head.

And there was heavy makeup on her face, although not around her eyes, which was weird. But she had a thick foundation on and bright red lipstick.

She couldn’t leave that on.

Her clothes were in a pile on the floor on the other side of the bed. He made a mental note to pick them up later and wash them for her.

Actually, he was going to throw that hoodie out. It looked like a man’s garment. And if she was going to wear any men’s clothing, they were going to be his.

And he was not going to think too closely about that sentiment.

“Jilly? I need to take you into the bathroom so you can brush your teeth and wash your face.”

“No. Go away. I don’t like you.”

“Jilly, you will feel much better if you do this.”

She shook her head, sniffing. Fuck. Had he made her cry?

You’re a fucking asshole. Just hug her.

“Would it help if I hugged you?” he asked.

“I don’t want a pity hug.”