The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(50)

“Can you bring me some tea?" I asked once I was in my sweats and a t-shirt.

"Sure. Do you need some food?"


"I ate after the donation, but I feel pretty weak so I'm done for the day."

I went to the living room and crashed on the couch, pulling the soft wool blanket over me, my head on the pillow.

She bent down and kissed me, stroking hair from my face. "What kind of tea?"

"Whatever you want. And some of those scones, too, now that you mention it."

She smiled and went to the kitchen. I decided I wanted to watch some news and switched on the television, turning to CNN.

When Kate returned, she set the tray on the coffee table and sat on the couch beside me. She babied me, fixing a scone and pouring sugar in my tea the way I liked. When she handed me the plate with the scone on it, I sat up a little and bit into it hungrily.

"Mmm," I said. "These are so good."

We ate our scones and drank our tea in silence, watching the news. When I was finished my scone, I took a big slurp of tea, sighing in contentment.

"I'm sorry I'm not much good today. I know I promised you a scene and that it never happened. It will."

"No worries," she said, shrugging. "We have time for that. Considering your noble deed, you deserve to be waited on. I'm happy to do it."

I put my cup down and nestled back into the pillows and under the cover. "I'm exhausted. I hope you don't mind if I sleep for a while."

"Of course not."

I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.



I slept through the evening and Kate didn’t even wake me for supper, letting me rest until I woke up on my own around nine at night. She brought me some supper of fish and salad, and I lay on the couch with her for a while, and together we watched a show on the National Geographic channel.

Then it was to bed for another eight hours of sleep. I had never slept so long before, outside of having the flu and sleeping for almost sixteen hours straight once. The sleep was revitalizing and the next day I was eager to call the hospital and see whether Liam had his transplant procedure yet.

I spoke with the nurse heading up his care team and was pleased that he received the transplant almost immediately. They coordinated the donation and transplant so they could do the two procedures as close as possible. All that was left was the wait to see whether the transplant took.

I gradually recovered over the next few days and kept busy at the Foundation or Corporation. After so many years in medical school and in specialist training and then in practice, I was used to being extra busy. I couldn’t stand to lie around too much with nothing to do, so I hung around a bit at the hospital, feeling like I was at least useful.

Kate spent her time at the studio working on her canvas. In this way, the two of us kept to as normal a schedule as possible while we waited for news of Liam’s transplant.

In truth, I felt completely distracted by the whole business of discovering I had a son and that he was sick. My run in with Maureen and Chris only served to remind me of how poorly I had managed my marriage and relationship with Maureen. I had no idea she was having an affair, busy as I had been running between the hospital, Mersey and my work with Doctors Without Borders.



One morning, Kate woke up earlier than usual and crept back into bed with me, slipping her arms around me. She kissed my shoulder and lay there, her hand resting on my abdomen. I knew Kate was feeling deprived for we hadn’t had sex since before the transplant.

I didn’t know why I felt no desire, but I didn’t. It was as if the sexual part of me shut off during that time. I read up on the side effects of the medication, but there was nothing about any decline in sexual desire.

Whatever the case, I felt too distracted, too sad, to think about sex. I didn’t feel like talking about my lack of desire either, even though I had the sense that Kate was frustrated.

I gently moved her arm from around my waist and slipped out of bed, hoping that she wouldn’t push because I couldn’t face it. Not then. Most men would probably look to sex to distract themselves from their problems, but for me, sex had never been a distraction.

I went to the bathroom and started a shower, glad to feel the hot sting of the stream of water on my face. I stood and luxuriated in the steamy enclosure, when I realized that Kate and entered and was standing beside me.

I smiled, but I felt wary and hoped she wouldn’t try to initiate anything.

"Ms. Bennet, why are you up so early?"

"I'm all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning for some reason," she said and stepped a bit closer to me, letting the water wash over her. She had to know how much I loved shower sex, and seeing her deliciously ripe body all wet and sudsy.

"Excuse me," she said and leaned in front of me to get to the soap dispenser. She lathered her hair, the suds slipping down over her body, her breasts and between her thighs. Then she began to wash herself, and of course, I couldn’t help but watch.


When she bent down to wash her feet, her ass on display for me, I groaned.

"Kate…" I said. "What are you up to? Are you trying to seduce me?"

"I'm trying to have a shower."

When she started to rinse off her hair, I leaned over her, my hands on the wall on either side of her, so that she was confined against the shower wall.