He laid his fingers against her forehead. No fever, as far as he could tell.
“What’s up?” Gramp joined them and bent down, propping his hands on his knees.
“Isabel has an upset stomach.”
When Gramp arched an eyebrow at her, she ducked her head.
Aaron looked between the two of them. “What do you two know that I don’t?”
“You want to tell him, or should I?” Gramp directed the question to his great-granddaughter.
Silence.
“Tell me what?” Aaron squeezed Isabel’s fingers. “What do I need to know?”
She continued to give the floor more attention than it deserved.“I think I ate too many brownies after dinner.” Her voice was so soft, he had to lean close to hear it.
“I only gave you one.”
“I know, but I ... I went back while you were getting ready to come to rehearsal and ate another one. And another half before Gramp saw me and said I should stop.”
Good grief.
Happy as he was about her improving appetite, one generous brownie from Sweet Dreams was more than sufficient for an adult, let alone a child.
“I think we can pinpoint the source of the problem.” Gramp straightened up. “I’ll take Isabel home. You have a dance lesson to go to.”
Without the safety net of Isabel and his grandfather acting as chaperones?
Not happening.
“No. We’ll all leave.”
“Hey.” Devyn joined them and dropped to one knee near Isabel, inches away from him. “Is everything okay, sweetie? You don’t look like you feel well.”
“I don’t.”
“One—or more—too many brownies for dessert.” Aaron rose and pulled out his keys. “Sorry to have to cancel the dance lesson, but I need to get her home. Could we reschedule?”
“Sure. I could do Tuesday after rehearsal.” She stood too.
“That’s cutting it close, Aaron.” Gramp propped his hands on his hips. “The wedding’s Friday.”
“Closer may be more beneficial. The steps will be fresher in my mind.”
“What if Devyn gets tied up and can’t make Tuesday work?”
Aaron squinted between Gramp and Isabel.
Was it possible the two of them had cooked up a scheme to give him one-on-one time with their choreographer?
He wouldn’t put it past Gramp. The man was an operatorwhen he was on a mission. But Isabel’s pallor would be hard to fake.
“Barring an emergency, I’ll be here Tuesday. We need every dance rehearsal we can get.” Devyn jumped back in.
“Let’s plan on that.” Aaron took Isabel’s hand. “Besides, we came in one car.”
“Maybe Devyn could give you a ride home afterward if you stay tonight.” Gramp gave her a cajoling smile. “We don’t live too far away.”
