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The next two days were similar to that first vomiting episode. I slept most of the time, and when I wasn’t, I usually threw up. I tried to drink some water and electrolytes to keep myself from getting too dehydrated, and munch on saltine crackers, but nothing stayed down.
Logan was by my side the whole time. He spent the days hanging out in the bedroom, watching TV, reading, or working from his laptop. Every time I woke up, he was there, pressing a cool, wet rag to my forehead. He kept checking my temperature and even held my hair back for me when I was kneeling in front of the toilet.
I felt gross most of the time, and I was pretty sure that he’d never want to sleep with me again, but I couldn’t even make myself care about that when I felt so miserable. Whether or not I was right about that wasn’t a priority anyway. The connection between us was growing deeper, the concern and care that he showed strengthening a bond I couldn’t imagine walking away from.
At the end of those two days, I finally started to feel better. I managed to get out of bed without my stomach turning on me and drank an entire bottle of water and kept it down.
Logan left the room, telling me to stay in bed and he’d be back in a moment. After ten minutes, I ventured out of the bedroom, curious as to what he was up to. Walking down the stairs in my thick socks, I smelled something burning in the direction of the kitchen. I headed that way, curiosity taking over.
“Damn it.” Logan’s low, annoyed voice came from the same direction.
I rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway, watching him grab two charred pieces of toast out of the toaster, only to drop them on the floor when they burned his fingertips. I chuckled, and his head snapped in my direction.
“Hey. I told you to stay put. I was going to bring you dinner in bed,” he said, and I saw that he was putting a tray together.
Moving into the kitchen, I took a seat at the round table. “And what’s for dinner?”
“I looked up what to feed someone with a stomach illness and had all of it brought here in a food delivery,” he said with a smile that did stupid things to my heart. “I don’t know how to cook the rice, so that’s not happening, but I have banana applesauce, chicken noodle soup, and soon,” he popped two more pieces of bread into the toaster, “dry toast.”
“I had no idea you were such a caretaker,” I said, enjoying this side to him. “You’ve been really great the last couple of days.”
He shrugged. “What was I going to do? Ignore you as you suffer through being sick?”
“Still…thanks for everything.”
The toast popped up, cooked perfectly this time, and he put it onto a plate. Bringing the try of food over, he sat it on the table in front of me.
“Show your thanks by eating,” he said, then gently brushed his thumb along my cheek. “I want you to get better.”
I did as he ordered, and he started to fill me in on everything that we’d missed at the office over the past two days. As he talked, I couldn’t stop staring at him, my heart pounding faster and faster in my chest.
There was no denying it anymore. I was in love with this man.
Crap.
* * *
“How are you feeling, sis?” Hayden asked as he stopped at my desk on his way to Logan’s office the following day.
I smiled. Hayden didn’t know this, but I’d always wanted to have siblings, and I liked that he’d picked up the habit of calling me “sis.” In fact, I liked most aspects of being treated like a member of Logan’s family. His grandpa was such a warm, kind man. Dylan was an incorrigible flirt, but I knew he didn’t mean anything by it. Hayden made me laugh. Even Logan’s mom had come around enough to hug me at the wedding.
“I’m good,” I said, taking a sip of my water. I definitely didn’t drink enough of it over the two days I was sick, but other than being a little dehydrated, I felt much better. It was Wednesday, my first day back since the illness.
“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, and his gaze turned more serious. “Logan was worried about you.”
My brows rose, surprised that Hayden would know that. “He was?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, half sitting on my desk next to me. “He even called our mom for advice, and that doesn’t happen often.”
Before I could process how huge that was, the door of Logan’s office opened, and he stepped out.
“There you are,” he said to Hayden. “You know you’re late for our video conference with Fred in Denver, right? How long have you been out here bothering Mia?”
“He’s not bothering me—” I quickly said.
“She’s been sick, you know,” Logan continued, scowling at his brother in a very protective manner. “Don’t give her a hard time.”
“I was already running late, so I figured I’d stop and say hi,” Hayden said, clapping Logan on the shoulder as he passed him on his way into the office. “Lighten up.”
