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She pulled to a stop where I’d previously parked the vehicle and turned it off.
“In light of the situation in the elevator where everyone thinks your cookies are drugged, we’ll have to throw the rest of them out. Waste of food, I know, but we have to keep our cover.” She exited quickly after saying the words, and my stomach actually churned in a bad way at the thought of more cookies. I wasn’t going to say it aloud, but keeping the cookies would probably be worse torture at this point.
“I need to see Jazz,” I said as I pulled myself from the jeep.
Dalton had come over and let me lean on him as I walked. Tessa followed behind us as Grace led the Demons and Jonas around the house to Dalton’s and Grace’s house.
Drew met us on the porch, took one look at me, and gawked. I held up a hand as his mouth opened.
“I’m alive. That’s it. Where’s your girl?”
“Upstairs.”
I groaned and moved my legs to angle me toward the stairs. Nausea and dizziness took over when my legs were swept out from under me. I found myself cradled in Drew’s arms like a baby, but I didn’t fight the position. In fact, I was in no physical condition to fight anything. Even on a good day it would be difficult to fight Drew off.
I was so angry when you declined checking on Red earlier.
If I could have helped, you wouldn’t have had to ask me twice.
Jostling and a soft bed beneath me woke me from the entirely-too-brief slumber I’d fallen into.
“Jeff? What’s wrong? Drew, what happened to him?” Jazz fired off question after question like she was trying to win a speed contest.
“Red, relax. He’s okay. Just a little under the weather.” Drew’s consolation wasn’t very consoling. He needed to work on his bedside manner before Jazz went into labor.
“You guys do not get ‘under the weather,’ Drew.” Jazz did not sound like the happy Jazz I knew and loved.
“Jazz, it’s been a long day and I’m beat. One of the guys can explain it later—"
“He got poisoned, drugged, whatever you want to call it.” Tessa just had to follow us and tell the pregnant girl what happened, didn’t she?
“He got what?” Jazz shrieked and made me moan.
“Jazz, relax for me.”
“Relax? Relax!”
Before she could keep going, I held up a hand to stop her. “Would you rather me or Drew fall asleep in your bed?”
“At this point, probably you,” she griped.
I probably wanted it too. I had to go home with Tessa and share my bed with her. The woman who’d done this to me.
“Relax so I can check the kids out. It’s been determined by everyone who knows about my poisoning, that I had bad luck and was not targeted.” Truth. Everyone had decided that that’s what happened, so I was allowed to say it. That’s not exactly what had happened, but that’s not what I’d said.
“How were you poisoned?” Jazz asked.
“In his cookies,” Tessa answered for me.
“Anyway,” I smiled at Jazz, “close your eyes and relax.”
It took no time, and thankfully very little energy, to make sure Jazz and the babies were well. She was not in labor, and her body was not yet ready. Drew’s overprotectiveness was going to kick my butt over the next couple weeks.
Well?Drew asked as he carried me downstairs to where Dalt waited in the living room.
Well, what?
How is she?
