And she'd be in ICU at least for a few days, so no visit with the dog, although the nurse—who was probably breaking all kinds of rules by talking to him—said if his name was Tink, he was the only thing Maeve had asked about. No one else had come to visit or called. Grace still didn't want to leave Tink, and the damned dog clearly knew it. He whined whenever she left his sight, even sat on the other side of the bathroom door pawing at it and crying while she showered and dressed. Aidan was disgusted by the animal's behavior, but understood his devotion to the woman. "She likes me better than you," Aidan told him, hoping it was true. "And she's coming to town with me. You'd better not do anything to mess that up." Grace came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam and the most glorious scents imaginable. He wanted to take her in his arms and run his nose over as much of her skin as she'd allow. "Were you out here threatening the dog?" she asked, standing there with wet hair, wearing a simple pair of jeans and a pale pink sweater, looking so soft and pretty it was all he could do to keep his hands off her.
