Already feeling a fool for the way she'd shied from the innocent feline touch, Whit only bristled more at Phillip's remarks. "Don't patronize me, I know she does," she said, reigning in a dirty look. She didn't want to fight with him right now, but the more nervous she got, the more fragile her hold on her emotions became.
The temptation of the glass offered to her didn't help. "No wine," she said, but the look of frustrated longing she gave the glass clashed with the rejection of the wine. Did she want a drink? Very, very much? Could she bring herself to down it and more? No, she couldn't, because any time she thought about it, she heard that rapid electronic cadence of the heart monitor.
"Is there bottled water in the refrigerator?" she asked, ingrained manners only barely stopping her from looking for herself.