Page 62 of You're The One
“Yeah, I’m just not feeling well. You go ahead, Bodhi.” She gestures toward the back of the van.
“I’m supposed to bring Mia back to the mansion.” He rubs the back of his neck. “You’re not feeling well?”
Summer shakes her head, her auburn hair falling around her face as she hunches over, one hand on her knee. “I’m sorry, Dom. I need to head back. Must’ve eaten something bad.”
Bodhi’s brow furrows. “You haven’t eaten in hours. That’s not really how food poisoning works.”
“The flu then,” she blurts, straightening and fanning her face like she’s burning up. “Where’s my car?”
She walks over and loops her arm through Bodhi’s. “Mia, you take my place.”
“Wait,” Bodhi starts, clearly confused.
“No, Bodhi. I really can’t. Let’s go,” she insists, dragging him toward the other car.
“Summer, are you all right?” Mia and I ask at the same time.
We’re on opposite sides of her and Bodhi, both trying to catch Summer’s eye, but she won’t look up.
I’m genuinely concerned. Maybe it’s appendicitis. That’s one that hits out of nowhere, right?
“I’m coming with you.” Mia steps forward.
“Let’s all bring her to the hospital,” I insist.
Summer pops her head up and gives Mia a look I can only describe as murderous. “No. You go,” she snaps, her voice suddenly clear, no sign of the earlier strain. And just like that, she collapses back into Bodhi.
He sighs. “All right. Mia, go with Dom. I’ll get Summer home and call the doctor.”
They head toward the waiting town car. Right before Summer gets in, she glances back over her shoulder andwinks.
What the hell?
Has Mia rubbed off on the other women? What’s going on here?
I tip my head back and laugh, then glance at Mia. “Do you know what she’s up to?”
“Not a clue,” she mutters.
“Well, looks like you’re stuck with me a bit longer,la mia fiamma.”
She sighs, but it doesn’t carry much weight. “Looks that way.”
TWENTY-ONE
I’m startingto understand Dom’s frustration. Having perfectly good food in front of you and not being able to eat it?Cruel.
Also, being a third wheel? Really not a fan. I’ve always had more acquaintances than close friends, so this whole setup is new to me. I feel like one of those chaperones fromBridgerton, sitting there silently while the happy couple flirts across the table. And yeah, I’m not loving that either.
“What do you think, Mia?”
I blink, trying to refocus. “Sorry, what was that?”
Emma offers a small smile. “We were just talking about books. Dominic said he’s never read any of the classics. What about you?”
Dom’s watching me like this might be the topic that finally pulls me into their conversation.
“I’m not much of a reader. If I do, it’s usually audiobooks. I’m more of a podcast person. I have a short attention span.”
