She looked up at him with bruised eyes. “No.” Her voice was wobbly and he realized she was on the verge of tears. “I have a migraine and I can’t find my medicine in this bag.”
He circled the hood, opened the door and put the contents of her purse on the floor. Then he slid inside. “Give it to me. I’ll find it.”
Without objecting she pushed her bag over to him.
“Is it in a bottle?
“Yes, the only one in there.”
He found it quickly. “How many?”
“One.” He was about to hand it to her when she said, “Oh, God,” whipped the door open and vomited onto the blacktop. Flopping back against the seat, she didn’t even close the door. He let her rest for a minute then said, “Tell me when you’re ready to take this.”
“Now,” she practically whispered.
He handed her a pill and opened the water bottle in the cup holder.
She gulped the medicine back. Laid her head on the cushion again and sat still as death. Finn knew even the slightest movement or light could cause migraine sufferers agony. He sat with her quietly. She said so softly he could barely hear her, “If this doesn’t work, I can take another in two hours.”
“You can’t wait that long in the car.”
“Y-you can go.”
“No, I’m not leaving you like this.”
“Thanks,” she said tearfully. “It hurts so much.”
He waited with her, thinking about what he’d do next. After about fifteen minutes, she said, “It’s a little better. You can leave.”
“It’s not gone?”
“Sometimes it can take hours.”
“You can’t sit here for hours.”
“I know.”
“Can you move?”
“Not of my own volition.”
“How about with my help?”
“But what…where…”
“Trust me.”
He got out of the car and jogged to her side. Avoiding the vomit, he leaned inside and scooped her up and out of the driver’s side. God forgive him for noticing at a time like this, but he could feel every single one of her curves when he held her close. On the way to his vehicle, she said, “I need my purse.”
“I’ll go back for it and lock up your car.”
She laid her head against his shoulder.
He eased her inside his front seat of his Hyundai, buckled her in, then rushed back to her car. He put everything she’d tossed out in her purse but took her keys and locked the doors. He was back in two minutes. He slid inside.
“Finn,” she said.
“How long before you can stand movement?”
