Regret Came Too Late (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 105

Grace sighed in relief after making sure she had cleaned Ethan's hand and that he wasn't upset. She gently lowered his hand, her voice barely above a whisper as she asked, "Mr. Henderson, are you alright?"

Ethan glanced down at where her fingers still rested against his wrist. Her hand was delicate, its warmth seeping into his skin.

Needing to be sure he was okay, Grace asked again, "Mr. Henderson, did the medicine help at all?"

This time, he lifted his eyes and hummed in response, flexing his wrist slightly in her grasp. Grace let go right away, not wanting to push her luck.

"Sorry about that. I guess I got carried away. I'm glad you're fine," she said quickly.

The back seat of the car fell into silence.

Grace couldn't tell what he was thinking. Was he upset or not? She straightened in her seat and, this time, made sure to buckle her seatbelt.

Ethan kept his gaze on the window, a fleeting smile passing over his lips.

As soon as the car rolled to a stop at Palm Bay, Simon jumped out and yanked open the back door, ready to help Ethan—only to find him fast asleep, his head resting against Grace's arm.

Simon had driven with unusual care the whole way. For a guy who used to have a lead foot, it must have been torture to go this slow. But because he did, the trip stretched to 40 minutes—long enough for Grace to nod off too.

She hadn't leaned into Ethan. She had stayed on her side, her head resting against the window. Yet somehow, he had ended up slumped against her shoulder, dead to the world.

The creak of the door woke her. She opened her eyes, about to say something, but Simon stopped her.

His voice was quiet, the sharpness from earlier gone. "Let him sleep. He's been dealing with insomnia for a long time."

Insomnia?