Page 108 of Need You To Choose Me

If I don’t die of mortification today, nobody will.

I tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear. “It wasn’t like that.”

Gray brows shoot up. “Daniel didn’t yell at you, and you didn’t faint?”

“I mean, I did, but…”

“Can we try not to chase Savannah away?” Blake appears in front of me and places a small black bag on the counter. In one swift movement, he unzips it and starts pulling things out.

A glucose monitor?

“Where did that come from?”

“I bought it yesterday.”

He grabs one of the small needle thingies and puts it into a device that looks like a pen, making sure it’s all secured properly before he extends his palm toward me. “Hand.”

“But I put it into my bag.” At least, I was pretty sure I did. Everything after the hospital was a bit blurry. I look over his shoulder. “Where did you put it? I should check my phone?—”

“This isn’t the one from your bag. Hand,” Blake repeats.

Rolling my eyes, I place my hand into his just as Levi joins us. He’s still in his PJs, his head mussed from sleep as he climbs into the chair next to mine.

“There is one in the car too. Dad said not to touch it because there are needles inside.” Levi looks at me, his eyes wide. “Why is he sticking it in your finger?”

“So he can test my blood sugar,” I explain absentmindedly as I glance at Blake, my brows furrowing. “You have one in your house andanother in your car?”

“Umm…” Blake clears his throat and looks down, all of his attention fixed on my finger like it’s the most interesting thing in the world. And is that a blush that’s creeping up on his cheeks? “It’s just for precaution. You know? In case you don’t feel well.”

It was definitely a blush.

Was Blake Walker embarrassed?

“In case—” I suck in a breath as the needle pinches my finger. A drop of blood appears on my fingertip, and he scoops it onto the test strip that’s already connected to the little monitor.

Levi moves closer, his gaze is fixed on my finger for a moment before he looks at me. “Does it hurt?”

“No, it’s just a little pinch.”

“You made a face like it hurts.”

Shit, this kid was too observant for his own good.

“I just got surprised there for a second.” I grab a towel from the counter and clean my hand before showing it to him. “See? No blood.”

Levi makes a small huffing noise as if he doesn’t trust me completely. I gently ruffle his hair. “I’m fine.”

Blake grunts. “Your blood sugar is up.”

My stomach sinks at his words. Blake turns the monitor so I can see it.

137, and I didn’t even eat anything yet.

“The doctor said it should be a hundred tops.” He gives me a pointed look.

“Does that mean Sav has to go to the doctor again?” Levi asks, moving closer to me.

A dark expression passes over Blake’s face, but he quickly schools his features and gives Levi a reassuring smile. “No, buddy. We’ll make Savannah something nice and healthy for breakfast, have her drink a lot of water, and see how she feels in a little bit.”

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