Riley headed straight for the infirmary. The afternoon sun was starting to ease up. Instead of broiling, it was now only baking the desert air. Sweat rimmed her temples, the air thick and hard to breathe. By the time she reached the infirmary, perspiration dripped down her spine and hugged her breasts. She knocked sharply. “Eden? Eden, let me in.” A few scuffling footsteps, and then the door opened. Eden peered out, her body shielding the interior of the room, as though she didn’t intend to let Riley past. “Riley,” she murmured. “I’m sorry, but I’m busy.” “We need to talk.” Riley rested her hand on the door and gave her friend a serious look. Heat flushed through Eden’s cheeks. “There’s no point. Adam gave me his orders. You’re not to visit Wade.” “Is he okay?” she asked. At least Eden gave her that.
