“I’m going to go lie down,” Laura muttered. “I feel awful.”
Reyna hopped up and gave her a hug. “Do you want me to walk you?”
Laura waved her off, already halfway out of the room.
“Is she doing okay?” Reyna asked Meghan. “I know throwing up is normal, but it’s a lot.”
“She’s fine. Baby is fine. I’m giving her some nausea medicine once it comes in, and that should help.”
Reyna relaxed. “Good.”
“Have you thought any more about working in the lab with Washington and me?” Meghan asked. “I know you got upset when he asked, but your blood could save lives. And we can always use an extra pair of hands.”
Reyna sighed and chewed on her lips. “I want to be useful, Meghan, but does it have to be in that way?”
“No. I suppose you could work in the cafeteria or clean or something. But it seems like a waste.”
“You understand why I have an issue with donating my blood and seeing it used in any way?”
“Yes, but this could be for the greater good.”
Reyna glanced away and then back. She had an idea. “Look, I’m not sure I’m ready yet, but I’ll think about it if you help Jodie.”
Meghan groaned. “I’ve been trying to help Jodie. She’s even less receptive than you are.”
“Well, she was gone a lot longer than I was. Have you looked into if she has any family left?”
“We did when she first got here, but we couldn’t find anything,” Meghan admitted. “I would love to bring more people into Elle if it helps Jodie. Loved ones always help.”
“After what she went through, she’s a cynic. If you could help her find her family, I think it would go a long way.”
“All right. I’ll look into it again, and you think about the medical wing.”
As if she had a choice about where she could be useful.
“I’ll think about it.”
Meghan tugged her into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here. You and Jodie both.”
“Me too,” Reyna whispered, finally feeling as if she was starting to have a place here. Maybe not the one she had wanted, but finally something.
Chapter Twenty
Reyna grabbed her planning materials and returned to her room. She hadn’t had dinner, just the snacks the girls had smuggled into their planning session, but the thought of trekking back to the cafeteria made her head hurt.
When she entered her room, she was glad she hadn’t delayed.
“Becks,” she whispered.
He was silhouetted against the light from her closet. He was actually dressed down for once, in dark jeans and a button-up with a jacket. It seemed he hadn’t come straight from the office this time. Like he’d planned ahead to be here.
“Little One,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.
The sound went straight to her core, igniting her body. She suddenly forgot all about the wedding planning and the fact that she hadn’t eaten.
“You’re here.”
“Yes. I worked it out so I would have the night off.”
