Jet looked from the pitcher to Albert and sat up as though he intended to do as the German said.

Instead he pushed against the hand with the pills in them and set a hard look on his fiance. "No. I'm not taking anything until you take a drink."

With his whole body burning up and his head still a little muffled from the fever, the thought of taking something to put him normal was highly enticing. But Albert's dry lips and throat and knowing the older man was likely taking care of Jet more than he was taking care of himself, made the blond hold back.

Albert could be devilishly stubborn and aggravating, but Jet was infamous for both.