When We Touch (The Heartbreak Brothers 5) - Page 84
“There’s not much to know. And that’s old history. Melissa and Lawrence have been married for years.”
Nathan sighed. “I know. I bet they were shocked to see you at their gala with somebody.”
Daniel’s mind flickered to his dance with Melissa. “I guess they were. But their opinion doesn’t matter to me.” It hadn’t for a long time. It was his own opinion that had stung. But now he felt optimistic. Happy. Like the future was something to welcome instead of avoid.
“So when’s the wedding?” Nathan asked.
“Get out of here.”
“Hey, I’m just making sure you don’t do anything rash without telling me. It’s a thirteen hour flight. I need enough notice to get back to be your best man.”
“I promise if I ever get married, you’ll be the third to know.”
“Good.” Nathan sounded mollified. “Now, I gotta go. There’s this great karaoke bar down the road. Be good, okay?”
“Always am.” Daniel rolled his eyes.
“Oh! One more thing, have you met Becca’s brothers?” Nathan asked.
“I’m meeting them this weekend.”
Nathan started to laugh.
“What?” Daniel sighed. His brother was beginning to piss him off.
Nathan coughed loudly. “Well, good luck with that.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Have you checked your glucose levels?” Becca asked, as she climbed into Daniel’s car.
“Yes, I have.” He smirked. “And you sound like my mother.”
Becca winced. “Sorry. It’s just that Logan’s food is irresistible. And full of sugar. I don’t want you to become comatose.”
“I have it under control.” He kissed her cheek then closed the passenger door behind her, jogging around to climb into the driver’s seat. “But I like that you worry about me. So thank you.”
He’d showed his diabetes kit to her earlier in the week. Demonstrated how he washed his hands, not only to clean them, but to warm them, too. “It helps the blood flow,” he explained, as he put a lance into the lancing device. “I try to always prick the side of my finger, there are less nerve endings there.”
She’d watched as he wiped away the first drop of blood, pressing the second against the strip he’d loaded into the blood sugar monitor, then threw away the tissue and sharp needle into the special bin he kept in his bathroom. When the reading came up, he showed her. “I put this number into the app on my phone. Then I’m done.”
“What if the number is bad?”
“It needs to be between seventy to one-thirty if I haven’t eaten. Up to one-eighty if I have. If it’s too low, that’s hypoglycemia. I can eat or drink something sugary to raise it up. Like juice or a snack bar. I also carry an emergency kit just in case.”
“And if it’s too high?”
“Then I take some insulin and recheck in thirty minutes.”
She’d pulled her lip between her teeth. “What happens if you don’t?”
“When my glucose levels are too high that’s called hyperglycemia. I’ve been hospitalized with that a few times with DKA. It can come on with things like stress, or when I’m sick with a cold.”
“DKA?” she’d asked.
He’d smiled gently. “Sorry, I keep forgetting you don’t know the jargon. That’s diabetic ketoacidosis. It can happen with high glucose levels.”
“So it’s worse if your glucose is too high than too low?”
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