A wonderful, savory smell immediately filled the air. On the tray sat a large porcelain bowl filled with hot, rich chicken broth, a plate of soft, warm bread, and a small glass of cool water.
Rowan did not ask if she wanted to feed herself. He was already completely stepping into his eager, protective husband duties.
He picked up the spoon, dipped it into the hot, rich broth, and blew on it very gently to cool it down. He held the spoon out toward her lips with a soft, encouraging smile.
Delaney blushed slightly, feeling entirely pampered, but she leaned forward and accepted the warm soup. It tasted absolutely incredible after a week of having bland nutritious broth.
"As I was saying before the doctor arrived," Rowan continued speaking smoothly as he fed her a second spoonful. "I have very specific, very lovely plans for our official courtship the absolute moment you are fully recovered."
