Chapter 26

Eleanor’s POV I made a call. Less than a minute later, James was at the door. When I opened it, I froze, stunned to see him standing there in sleepwear and hotel slippers. “You just rushed over like that?” I blurted. “Where’s Scarlett? Is it bad?” he fired back, barely slowing down as he barged inside, tossing questions over his shoulder. I trailed behind him, watching him panic like his hair was on fire. “Slow down! And be careful with her, okay?” “Eleanor, chill. I can carry her. No big deal.” He crouched in front of Scarlett, his tone sharp. Turning his head slightly, he said gently, “Scarlett, don’t worry. I’ve got you. We’re heading to the hospital right now.” But Scarlett was out of it—feverish and barely responsive. “Wait!” I darted forward and smacked his back. “Can you not be so caveman about it? Pick her up properly!” He turned, confused. “What’s your deal? Piggyback’s easier. She can rest on my back and I’ll block the wind—win-win.” I threw my hands up, fuming. “Are you seri