Defensive Zone (Chicago Thunder #3)

Chapter Fourteen

Carter

Leaning against the doorframe, I simply stand there and watch Zach sleep. There’s a slight crease between his brows, almost like he’s thinking really hard about something. The covers have been kicked off, exposing one tattooed leg and his casted arm, while the other arm is tucked underneath his pillow. I’ve noticed he does that a lot. Like he needs to regulate his body temperature, but it’s too cold to be completely uncovered.

The headache-free days were short-lived, and they’ve returned with a vengeance. We only managed to build the base of the Falcon before they struck him down again.