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“Good. Happy, and excited about the birth.”
“Typical man.” She wondered how happy and excited he would be if he’d had to squeeze out a watermelon from his private parts.
“Seeing that you’re so busy you don’t have time to fit me in, I’ll letyoutellmewhen you have an available slot for your heavily pregnant cousin.”
“Don’t be like that,” replied Kay, feeling lousy, and guilty at the same time. Savannah had her life together in a pretty package while she was trying to hold hers together. “I’ll have more time soon, I promise.”
Luke was due to have another treatment soon and once she had seen him through that, she would walk away.
And then she would definitely go on Savannah’s man-free diet.
Chapter 35
He was still tired.
Bone-fucking-tired.
But then Kay walked in, and everything looked so much better. Up until her arrival he had been skulking around the apartment, he’d eaten dinner alone, and he hadn’t expected her to come, not with it being this late.
“I didn’t think you would come,” he said, walking towards the door. His mood had suddenly lifted.
“I said I would.” She seemed more cheerful these days, not as wound up as before.
“Give me those,” he said, taking the grocery bags from her. “You’re too good to me.” He was realizing only now. Better late than never.
“I know. But I also didn’t want to be on Marie’s bad side.” She cut him a cheeky grin.
“You’re doing this for her, is that what you expect me to believe?”
“Marie thinks I’m a model girlfriend...” She stopped, the flustered look on her face telling him that she’d slipped up. “I mean, those were her words, not mine.”
He wanted to tell her she was, but he didn’t. He took the bags into the kitchen and started unloading. “You don’t have to get this stuff,” he said, pulling everything out. “I can shop online.”
“You need lots of fresh fruit and vegetables,” she announced. “You’ll need your strength, plus I had to get a few things for me.”
He huffed out a slow breath, not liking this turn of events in his life. All of a sudden he was the sick patient. The guy who could spend hours in the gym, and then swim a hundred lengths, the guy who could keep a woman entertained most of the night, the guy who had never so much as had the flu before was now a sorry walking shadow of his former self.
“Did Marie come today?” she asked.
“No. She said she had too much to do at the office.”
Marie had told him she had too much going on at work, and checking in on him as well as looking after her kids, was tough. They were in regular contact many times during the day, though, and she popped in with a couple of home-cooked dishes a few days ago.
Apparently, Marie said Amanda had called at work a couple of times. She was back from her honeymoon, and was trying to get a hold of him. She’d called him on his cellphone but he’d ignored it, not wanting her to ask him a million and one questions about his voice sounding odd. It wasn’t as hoarse as before, but different enough that she would notice, and he didn’t want to tell her about the cancer.
She’d be over like a shot, and he didn’t need that.
“Have you eaten?” Kay asked.
“I ate earlier.” He’d waited as long as he could, before having his dinner. If he had known she would come, he would have waited. “I called, but your phone went to voicemail. I figured you were busy.”
“I was.”
“I saved you some leftovers.”
“I had dinner at work.”
He forgot. She’d mentioned how they ordered in food when they had lots of work to get through.
