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“Bernie,” I growl. “Tell me where you are so that I can ease Trenda’s mind.”

“How about if me and my lady friend come over for a visit?”

“When?”

“In the next hour.”

I relax. “That would be perfect. I’ll call her and tell her you’re coming.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m finishing up some things in Nashville. I should be there in two hours.”

“Gotcha. We’ll still be around when you show up. I’ll barbeque.”

“Sounds good.”

I smile when we disconnect. Bernie sneaked away for a bootie call and that makes me happy.

I hit the Bluetooth again and call Trenda’s number. It goes straight to voicemail.

That’s odd.

I call Aiden.

“Hey, Simon,” he answers.

“Trenda isn’t answering her phone, is everything okay?” I ask.

“She’s down with a migraine. According to Evie, it’s a bad one.”

“Did she take her medicine?” I ask.

“That’s another thing, she’s never been in to see a doctor about them, so she doesn’t have any medication beyond ibuprofen.”

My hands hurt, and I realize I’ve got my steering wheel in a death grip.

“What do you mean she’s never been to a doctor about them?”

“Don’t shoot the messenger,” he chuckles. “Protective much?”

I relax my fingers. “Aren’t there shots for them?”

“Pretty sure,” Aiden says.

“Let me call you back.”

I call Bernie back. Even being a mountain man, the man is hooked into the town network. If anyone would know a doctor who does house calls, he would be the one.

I moan as I roll over.

“Hold on, let me get you some water.”

I’m pretty sure I’ll have to pull a wad of cotton out of my mouth before I can drink any water.

“Here, Honey, drink this.”

Simon lifts me up just a little, and a spike goes through my head. I moan again.