Damian is missing, but the water is running in the attached bathroom, so it’s not hard to figure out where he disappeared to.
Cove digs in her makeup bag, ripping out her suppressants and popping out today’s pill.
My eyes narrow.
They’re like my newfound nemesis. For the life of me, I can’t understand why she’s still taking them when they’ve made her so sick.
Cove saunters over to the bedside table, scooping up a bottle of water. She’s nude, which is a solid distraction, but I care about a lot more than her smoking-hot curves.
I love that woman, and I can’t stand the thought of something happening to her.
“Are you sure you should still be taking those?” I blurt out and grimace.
She frowns and tosses the pill into her mouth before taking a long chug of water. “I don’t think I can stop them in the middle of a pack.”
“Even if you’re having serious side effects?” I ask, trying to keep my tone light. “If any medication was making me feel as shitty as those make you feel, I’d see a doctor to ask what I should do.”
She drops the water and climbs onto the edge of the mattress. “I get what you’re saying. I really do.”
“I don’t like watching you suffer.” My hand lands on her jaw, and I brush my thumb over her cheek. “Will you see McMillan? Please? Maybe you’re right, and you have no choice but to finish out this pack of suppressants. If that’s the case, he might be able to give you something else to combat the nausea and migraines.”
She brings her hand up, cupping mine. “I’ve felt better since I’ve had access to your pheromones. Who knows how bondingwill change things? Give me a few days. If it doesn’t get better, I will set up a time to see him.”
My mind races.
Part of me wants to take the win, but another huge piece is concerned that she’s only agreeing to see him because her symptoms are getting worse.
Would she tell me if they were?
“Wow, I hate feeling your concern filter through the bond.” Cove brings her hand to her chest, rubbing against the ache. “I’m okay. We have two more shows here in Chicago. After that, we have a couple days off before we’re in Indianapolis. If I’m still all messed up, I’ll see him during the break.”
I want to suggest that she see him today. My dad didn’t pay a fortune to have a certified omega specialist on tour with us for shits and giggles. Normally tours have a registered nurse or sometimes a nurse practitioner. It depends on their availability, but tours almost never have a full-blown medical doctor traveling around with them. It’s too expensive, and the majority aren’t willing to keep up with the travel schedule.
I just wish she was open to taking advantage of what’s available.
Cove climbs closer, stretching out on the bed. She rests her cheek on my pec and lies on top of the sheet between my chest and arm. “I hear you. I promise, I do. If things get worse, I’ll see him sooner.”
She tosses her leg over mine, and I tilt my face down to study hers.
“I appreciate it.” I plant my hand on her lower back and bend to kiss the top of her head. It might not be exactly what I wanted to hear, but she’s giving more than she was before.
That has to count for something.
Not ten minutes pass before Cove groans, pulling her hand to her mouth. She rolls off the bed and takes off for the attached bathroom in a staggered crouch. She rips open the door and beelines for the toilet.
I push up, twisting to see what happens. I’m not shocked when the water cuts off, and Damian comes barreling out of the bathroom.
He stops by the door with his hair dripping all over his nude form and tucks his towel around his waist. “Shit. I’m sorry. I want to take care of you. I just can’t. I will hurl.” A particularly loud retching sound fills the air. He gags and takes off for the door to exit the bedroom, only stopping to grab his overnight bag. “Take care of her.”
I blink at his back and get myself together.
Cove needs support and water that doesn’t come from the sink.
Fuck.
Now isnotthe time to sayI told you so.
Chapter Twenty-Six
