“Head hurts,” she mumbled.
“Worse than last night?”
She made some sort of noise as her head swiveled in a circle.
“What does that mean?”
She mumbled something again, but it was no clearer than the first time.
Instead of trying to get any more information out of her, I went back to the kitchen and grabbed the medicine I’d givenher last night, checking the label. Twenty-four hours. That’s how long I had to wait before I could give it to her again. She’d only been asleep for eight.
I snatched my phone and started researching what to do for a migraine, but half the shit on the list was holistic crap that I had no clue how to get. I didn’t want to give her any more medicine. That shit would only eat away at her liver. The lights were off, the house was dark, and she had a cold pack on her head. What more could I do?
That’s when I remembered that one of her friends in town ran an apothecary shop. She probably had some ideas of things that could help.
Snatching my keys, I headed for the front door, about to leave, when I realized what it would look like if I left her house at this hour. I thought about going through the back until I remembered that her back door was boarded up.
Which left me out of options.
Did I really want to risk someone seeing me and assuming I was sleeping with her? I mean, I was, but that didn’t mean the whole town had to know.
However, if someone else were to bring stuff by for her—someone who was already married—then there would be no gossip. I thought about calling one of the Parkers, but with everything that happened last night with Clara, I wasn’t sure any of them were even available. Which also cut out my sister.
I would have to go directly to the source. Maybe I could just call in an order for her. Then again, I didn’t know what I had to order in the first place. This was all new to me.
But there was someone who might know.
Dialing JR, I didn’t think twice about asking for his help, despite the fact that I hardly knew him.
“Yeah?” a groggy voice answered.
“Hey, man. It’s Sam.”
“Who?”
“Sam. Blake’s brother.”
Something rustled in the background and then I heard a door close. “Okay, and why are you calling me at…fuck, five in the morning?”
“I have a situation I need help with.”
“I’m out of the business,” he said immediately.
I had no fucking idea what he meant by that. It was too early to decipher the way his brain worked. No, what I needed were clear, concise instructions.
“Listen. I need help, and you’re the man for the job. I have a…friend. And this…friend needs some medical assistance.”
“So, call the fucking doctor,” he grumbled.
“No, it’s not like that. It’s a migraine.”
He sighed heavily over the phone. “Are you seriously calling me at five in the morning because your fuck buddy has a migraine?”
“Whoa,” I laughed. “I never said this was for a fuck buddy. It’s for a friend.”
“Right. I always call people at the ass crack of dawn because a friend needs help.”
“Can you help me or not?” I snapped.
