Adore Me (Austin Singles 3)
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“Now that I know you two won’t kill each other, I need to check upfront. If you leave, lock up.”
Nash and I nodded as we both watched Tucker leave his office. When the door shut, Nash faced me. A serious look on his face.
“I need to tell you something, and I didn’t want to say it in front of Tucker.”
“Okay.”
Nash pulled in a deep breath then exhaled. “Mike told Morgan he cheated on her in his suicide note. What she doesn’t know is that he has a son with the woman he cheated on her with.”
My entire body swayed as he stepped back and looked into my eyes.
For once in my life, I didn’t have a damn thing to say.
Nash hit me on the shoulder. “You’re not asking me, but I’m giving you some advice. I’m headed over to Morgan’s house in the morning to pick up Kaelynn. If I were you, I’d be right behind me.”
I nodded.
Nash smiled, and a part of me felt guilty as hell. He was letting me off too easy. I needed to be punished more, suffer more. But that wasn’t the way Nash Barrett rolled. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he gave it a squeeze and said, “Now, let’s go get drunk.”
Before we could even walk out into the bar, Nash’s phone rang.
“Hey, how’s girls’ night?”
His smiled dropped, and he looked at me. “We’re on our way.”
My heart felt like it went to my throat as I waited for him to hang up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as he hung up.
“Kaelynn said Morgan is running a fever. She checked it a few minutes ago and it was a hundred. Then Morgan suddenly got super tired. She just checked it again; it’s a hundred and three.”
Remembering that Nash had told us once Morgan hated hospitals, I said, “I’ll call my father and have him meet us there,” I said.
If anything happened to Morgan, I wasn’t sure what I would do.
THE NEXT MORNING, I moaned as I rolled over and attempted to get up. My body felt heavy and ached all over. I was freezing, but I was drenched in sweat.
“Don’t move.”
I froze at the sound of his voice. Then I opened my eyes and saw Blake.
“Am I dreaming?” I asked, feeling like my head was lost in a cloud somewhere in the sky. I had to be dreaming. Last I remembered I was on the sofa with Kaelynn, eating ice cream.
“Kaelynn called last night and said you started to feel bad and you had a fever that was going up. Naturally Nash raced over here to check on you. Then he made Kaelynn leave, but not before he had her drink some vitamin-B immunity drink. My father and I stuck around to take care of you.”
“Take care of me? Your father?” I asked, trying to swallow. My hand came up to my throat, and I rubbed it. “My throat hurts.”
“You also have a fever.”
I shot up in bed, then gasped as the entire room spun.
“Hey, hey, don’t do that. Lie back down, princess.”
“Kaelynn!”
“She’ll be fine.”
“But if I have a fever?”