RacingQueen: Ugh. This is the worst. If I was there right now, feeling this crappy, would you take care of me?
TheBigO: What’s your favorite flavor of tea? I’d make you a fresh, hot cup every hour.
RacingQueen: You know you’re kinda perfect?
TheBigO: And here I am, waiting on you to figure that out.
His smiley face makes me grin.
The sudden urge to sneeze has me dropping my phone. It tumbles off the bed and bounces onto the hard floor.
Damn it.
Working into week two of this crud. I should have listened to Oliver and just went back to the truck.
I still have his coat. I’ve felt too lousy to even walk over to the main house when I’ve seen him working.
Leaning over the edge of the mattress, vertigo hits me as a wave of mucus feels like it’s crawling up my throat making me gag.
Oh fuck.
Coughing up whatever was tickling my throat buys me a moment of reprieve.
“Sophia?” Lori’s soft knock echoes on the door. “Feeling any better today?”
“Stay out, I’m probably still contagious,” I groan, covering my eyes with my elbow.
She pushes my room open and peers at me through the gap. “I don’t plan on playing in sleet any time soon. Your dad wanted me to ask if I should call Sawyer to help the vet?”
“Oh, shit. I forgot.” My arm falls off my face to hang limply over the area where my cell still rests. “What time is she coming to take out Misty’s stitches?”
Lori adjusts little Jack on her hip. “In an hour.”
My whiny groan makes Jack giggle and bounce.
“I know, baby boy. I sound funny to me too.” Rolling to my side, I push myself up and let my feet dangle.
Sinus pressure ramps up to ten thousand.
“I’m sorry you aren’t feeling well.” Lori’s green eyes pinch in a frown.
Then she glances to the chair where Oliver’s coat is still draped.
“I saw him out there working today. He’s marking off where Sawyer’s new house is going to go.” She shifts Jack to her other hip and starts to move to it. “I can run it out there if you want?”
I should let her, but I shake my head. “Nah, I still have to thank him for helping me that night.”
How often have I replayed the steam rippling off his back?
What is wrong with me?
He isn’t the man I’m falling in love with.
Eye candy, nothing else.
My nose tickles with the threat of another sneeze.
I’ve blown it so many times it’s sore and my box of Kleenex is almost gone.
