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Noah opens his mouth again, but Riggs interjects, "You heard her."

I rise, but I then reach for the piano cover as a rush of dizziness hits me.

"Pet, you okay?" Riggs mutters, putting his hand on my back.

I sit back down and grow dizzier, then put my hand on my belly as a wave of nausea rolls through me.

Riggs crouches in front of me, peering at me and fretting, "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"

My vision returns, and my belly calms. I shake my head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

"Have you eaten today?" he questions.

"I had breakfast."

"That one piece of toast? That's all you've had?" he accuses, his voice rising.

I shrug. "We were working, and I wasn't hungry."

Riggs glares at Ears and Noah, asserting, "From now on, Blakely takes mandatory food breaks."

"We offered her food," Ears informs him.

"Not good enough. Make sure she actually eats," Riggs says in a very firm and upset voice.

"I will from now on," I assure him.

He gives me a look like he doesn't trust me.

"I will," I insist.

He sighs, then takes my hand and pulls me up. "Let's go eat."

"But I think we have more work to do," I state.

Riggs says to the men, "See, this is why it's mandatory."

"Sorry!" I cringe.

"You're good, Blakely. Get something to eat. We can do more songs tomorrow," Ears states.

I glance at Noah, not wanting him to be upset with me about the charity event or leaving too soon. "Is there anything else you need from me today?"

He shakes his head. "No. Go eat."

Riggs guides me out of the recording box, then leads me out of the studio and down the street. There's a small sandwich shop, and he takes me inside. We order Italian subs and sit down. He hands me a bottle. "Drink some water."

I obey to appease him, then inform him, "I had four bottles today."

"Well, at least you won't be dehydrated," he mutters.

I grin. "Nope!"

A server sets our sandwiches on the table. "Need anything else?"

"No, we're set," Riggs answers. He motions to me. "Eat."

I pick up the sandwich and move it toward my mouth. A foul smell fills my nostrils. I cringe and drop the sub on the paper.

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