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Why was she giving me the stink eye? I’d gone along with her crazy talk. For now. Someone would have to set the record straight though before this got out of hand.
“Thanks again for sharing your story. I’ll be in touch with some potential dates for the camera crew to come down.”
Lacey held the door open, the casual grin on her face not giving any outward sign of what was going on inside that gorgeous head of hers.
“That sounds great. I’ll talk to you soon.” She shut the door gently, letting it barely click closed before she spun around and glared at me.
CHAPTER 33
LACEY
I advanced,my pointer finger leading the way, jabbing the air with sharp thrusts. “What was that?”
“What was what?” Bodie sidestepped my attack.
Was the man really so dense that he didn’t realize he’d just made the situation at least twice, if not three times, as bad? “Why didn’t you let me handle that? I told you to be quiet and play along.”
“That was before you made me out to be some nerdy poet. ‘Sunflowers are yellow’? Are you kidding me?”
“That’s better than telling her we got engaged at Cattleman’s. And that you have photographic proof. Where are you going to come up with those pictures you promised her?” I could feel a migraine coming on. The kind that would require complete darkness and silence, not an argument over our fake engagement.
“I’ll figure it out. That’s nothing compared to the two-carat yellow diamond engagement ring you said you got.” He ran a hand through his hair, making it stick out in all directions. Reminded me of how he looked when I woke up next to him yesterday. How could that have been only a day ago? So muchhad changed since then. Almost gave me whiplash trying to wrap my head around it.
“Can we pick this up again tomorrow? I need to get home.”
“Sure, why not? You seem to be the one in charge here. No matter that I didn’t have a say before you outed me as your groom. Did you even think to ask me first?”
I tried to tune him out. My headache was coming on like a freight train and I needed to take one of my pills and lie down before I ended up missing the chance and having to spend the next two days in bed. “I’m sorry, okay?”
He paused in his rant and put his hands on the counter. “So what next, Mayor Cherish? What’s the big plan?”
I took one look at him and made a mad dash for the bathroom. My knees barely hit the floor when the little bit I’d had for dinner came back up. Damn migraine. Damn Bodie. Damn everything.
“Lacey, are you okay?” He paused in the doorway to the bathroom, genuine concern evident in his eyes.
“Headache,” I managed to mutter. “Pill’s in my purse.”
“I got it.” He disappeared down the hall, leaving me to curse myself for not heeding the early signs. I knew from experience when I felt one of my migraines coming on I needed to drop everything, take a pill, and go to bed. But with Samantha giving us the third degree it had been my chance to set the publicity plan in motion—something I needed to do if I had any hope of saving the town.
Bodie came back, a glass of water and one of my pills in hand. “Here you go.” His voice lacked the sharpness of earlier.
I nodded, taking the pill and swallowing. How was I going to get home? I couldn’t see straight enough to walk down the hall, much less drive myself ten miles in the dark.
Bodie must have read my mind. “You can take my bed tonight. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“It’s okay. Just let me lie down for a few minutes.” I rested my head against the cabinet, too tired to even think about getting up.
“Come on, Sweets.” Bodie leaned down and scooped me up into his arms.
I groaned at the movement. It had been a long time since one of my headaches had come on so fast and fierce.
“I’ve got you.” He angled me through the bathroom door then took soft steps down the hall.
“Don’t be silly. Just put me on the couch and I’ll get myself home when I feel better.” I tried to push against his chest. My head seemed to weigh forty pounds, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and wish my headache away.
“Shh.” He stepped through the doorway to his bedroom and gently set me on the bed. “What can I do for you?” he whispered.
“Just leave me alone for a while.” I wanted to roll out of his arms but didn’t dare move.
