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“Ugh—what’s on those?”
“Garlic?” I ask questioningly. “Why? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know but they just turned my stomach.”
Well, that’s a bummer, but I don’t care. I shouldn’t be eating a lot of bread during hockey season anyway. I take the basket and drop it off at Jordan’s table before coming back to Hana.
“Done,” I say.
“Thank you. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Your stomach still bothering you?”
“On and off.”
“Maybe you should get a physical or something. You’ve been through a lot of changes the last few months.”
She claps a hand over her mouth to cover a yawn. “Goodness. Maybe I do need a physical.”
“We’ll get to bed early tonight,” I promise.
Her eyes glitter. “Don’t make a promise you know you’re not going to keep.”
I arch my brows. “Four times this afternoon wasn’t enough?”
“Is that a serious question? There is no number that’s ever going to be enough.”
“And for the most part I agree, but we have to sleep sometime.”
“I suppose.” She leans forward on her elbows. “We have so much to do for the new house, though. My mind is racing.”
“Tomorrow is Thanksgiving,” I say, “so let’s put it all on the back burner until?—”
“Seriously?” She wrinkles her nose. “We need to go to the house when we leave here to drop everything off. Then we’ll go home and start a list of absolute necessities. We’re basically starting at zero, thanks to the damn hurricane.”
“By the way, I’m going to get a nice check from the insurance company, so we can stock up on everything we need.”
“Great.” She starts to pull out her phone, but I gently cover her hand, stopping her.
“Hey. Date night. You and me. There will be plenty of time to think about the house tomorrow.”
“You’re right.” She nods. “So… what time is our bed arriving on Friday?”
“Around ten, I believe. Why?”
“Because I think we’ll be breaking it in by eleven.”
This woman is absolutely my soulmate.
Chapter 29
Hana
I thoughtthe stomach bug was gone, but it seems to have come back this week and I’ve been throwing up on and off for several days now and it’s starting to piss me off. The weird thing is that it’s worse in the morning. By afternoon I feel almost normal and then the next morning it starts again. I can’t imagine what’s going on, and I’m starting to worry a little.
Aiden left on a road trip the day before yesterday, and I’ve been miserable ever since. At first I thought it was psychosomatic, but now I’m sure it’s more than that. I’ve been burning the candle at both ends trying to set up the new house, spend quality time with my husband, support him at his home games, and start creating friendships with the other wives and girlfriends. Not to mention spending time with Claudia and Sloane.
I’m beyond tired so I figure that might be part of it but even after sleeping twelve hours last night, I woke up ready to heave this morning.
