Page 27 of Key Lime Kisses
Weston grinned. “I have to say, I’m glad he stood me up; I’d never have met you if my date had showed up.”
I flushed and squeezed his hand in return.
The first half of dinner was perfect. I was worried that after a couple of weeks apart the chemistry would somehow have been affected, but I was wrong; it was as if we had only been apart for a couple of minutes. The conversation flowed, the time flew by, and I just basked in the happy glow of being with Weston. I could never remember feeling like this in another relationship. This was wonderful.
Suddenly, I felt like I was going to vomit. I excused myself and rushed for the bathroom. I stood and spit a few times into the toilet, but nothing happened. A moment later I heard the door open.
“Shea?” came Weston's concerned voice.
“In here,” I said. “The one on the end.” I reached back to unlock the stall door.
It opened and Weston stuck his head in. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I must be coming down with something.”
“You want to go home?”
“No, I’m okay, I’ll meet you at the table,” I said.
“I’ll wait with you.”
I splashed some cool water on my face and headed back to the table with Weston. The delicious food suddenly didn't seem remotely appealing; I had it boxed up to go while Weston ate quickly.
Weston insisted on driving me home.
“You really don’t have to,” I protested.
“No, no, I want to. Besides, I have an ulterior motive.” I looked at him curiously and he grinned. “I want to see the dogs.”
“Fine, fine,” I laughed.
With that, we headed out to his car together, Weston graciously carrying my food for me.
“Have you named the dogs yet?”
“Not yet, I want to figure out the perfect names,” I said.
He laughed, then opened the passenger door for me.
“Do you think my car will be okay here?” I asked.
“I’m sure. Give me the keys and I’ll find a way to get it tomorrow.”
I shook my head. “I’m not going to make you do that, I’ll come with you and pick it up myself.”
Weston chuckled.
Mercifully, I didn’t feel queasy the entire way home, but shortly after we arrived I was hungry again. I reheated my dinner and sat down, but after a couple of bites I started to feel sick again.
“Oh no, I think it might be my food,” I groaned.
“Yikes,” Weston said. “Let’s get you to bed then, food poisoning is no joke.”
“I’m still hungry though,” I said. “Let me get…” I rummaged through a cupboard, looking for something good, then spotted a box of chicken noodle soup. I usually kept it around in case I got sick, but once I saw it, I didn’t want anything else.
Weston went to take care of the dogs while I ate. The soup was delicious; exactly what I wanted.
We got ready for bed together and then climbed in.
