kissed her lightly on the tip of her imp-like nose. “Go ahead and care for him honey.”
Carolina touched the cut she'd caused at Dylan's brow, stroked her fingers down to the faint bruise she'd caused at his cheek, wanting to believe she'd always see the light of caring shining in his amazing blue eyes. “Thank you,” she said before focusing her attention and energy wholeheartedly on healing Patrick. Leaning down to place her lips next to his ear, she whispered a simple, ethereal pledge, “I'll never let you go Patrick Camulus Donovan.”
Dylan, sitting beside her, watched as Carolina unbuttoned Patrick's shirt to place her left-palm in the center of the prone man's chest. He didn't have any expectation about what he'd witness, nor did he doubt her assertion that she'd save Patrick, Dylan just wanted the phenomenon to hurry to its conclusion so she'd stop touching the other man because even though Patrick appeared youthful of face and build, his open shirt revealed a sinewy chest that was perfectly ripped, pecs and abdominal muscles so precisely defined they appeared airbrushed. But, she’d be all too familiar with... Dylan's train of thought derailed. Still