Page 62 of Love is a Drum Beat
“Jo?” He used his phone to light up the room.
Jo groaned.
Dax rushed toward her. “Jo, are you okay?”
Her eyes slid open, locking onto his in the dark. “Dax?”
“It’s me. You were groaning. Have you been asleep all day?”
She nodded. “Wicked headache.”
“Think you could eat?”
“As long as it’s whatever smells so good in that bag. And it better not be vegetables pretending to be other food again.”
He smiled at that. “No, you’ll like tonight’s dinner. I was doing some reading.”
Jo groaned, but this time, not from pain. Pushing herself up, she sat and leaned against the headboard. “I’ve told you to stay out of my baby books.”
“This time, it was Google.”
“That’s even worse, Dax! Do you know how much stupid stuff Google tells us?”
He laughed. “My mom used to rant about how Google makes her patients think they know more than her. But it’s not Google’s fault people want to give false information. It did tell me one thing though. I’m supposed to be feeding you more protein.”
“If you’re telling me I’m going to have to eatmoreof that tofu dish you made last week…” She mimed puking.
Dax lifted the bag. “I bought you non-spicy barbecue wings.”
She froze, whatever words she was going to say frozen on her lips.
“I take it your silence is a good thing?”
“I think I love you. Also, you totally read about third trimester heartburn for me. Aww.”
Dax’s face flushed until he followed her gaze to the bag of food. Jo didn’t love Dax, she loved the wings. At least he didn’t admit he researched every food before buying it to make sure it was okay for her to eat. He blew out a breath. “I’ll get plates.”
His heart thundered as he ran from the room. Setting the bag on the counter, he pulled out two plates and anything else they’d need.
He waited a beat before re-entering Jo’s room.
When he flipped on the lights, she graced him with a smile, no snark or sarcasm behind it, a true smile. And it made his day.
“Regular?” He held out one plate. “Or boneless? I wasn’t sure which you preferred.”
“Boneless please. I have this thing about bones.” She took the plate, an eager gleam in her eye.
“I’ll let you eat.”
“Dax Nelson, don’t set one foot out that door. Eat with me. Neither of us has to be alone.”
His eyes scanned the room looking for anything to sit on that wasn’t her bed or the floor that had been so uncomfortable last time.
She patted the spot beside her. “Just don’t get sauce on the sheets.”
He hesitated a moment before climbing onto the bed next to her.
Jo stabbed her fork through a wing and took a bite. Swallowing, she looked to him. “I’m going to owe you so much when this is all over.”
