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“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.