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“But you can’t go wrong with a gyro. They have a whole platter with meat and fries and pita. Onions and tomatoes. Mm.”
“No onions,” I say softly.
Kira frowns. “You off onions all of a sudden?”
“No, I just…seeing Drew later and–”
She snorts. “Have you ever heard of this new thing called a mint or a gum?”
I blush. “Just not interested in raw onions right now, alright?”
A server appears tableside, their apron covered in smears of food from the day. Clearly, they’re not about appearances here, more so into the homegrown vibe which I would normally like, except the second he’s in my atmosphere, the stench of onion returns.
My stomach flips.
“Hello, ladies, what can I get you? Something to drink to start?” he asks in a thick Greek accent.
I grab my napkin off my plate and stuff it up to my face. The nausea will pass if I just…
“Oh, Dana. You have to try the visinada,” Kira says and then orders two for us.
I grip the side of the table. What the hell is going on?
“And can we get some saganaki to start?” Kira asks.
God, hurry up. I won’t be able to hold it much longer.
“Certainly.”
He starts to step away but Kira calls after him. “And between the Greek salad skewers and–”
I can’t hold back a second longer. I launch myself up from the table and rush into the restaurant, uttering the word bathroom to the hostess and following the elegant line of her hand.
The second I slam into the bathroom, I’m bent over the toilet, retching every last bit of my early morning breakfast into the bowl and then some.
I’ve never had a particularly weak stomach. Never really turned my nose up at food in general.
And all of a sudden, I get a whiff of something aromatic, and I’m crumpled over the toilet bowl?
My mind goes one place and one place only. I’m not an idiot and I’m not going to kid myself. Sure, birth control is ninety-nine percent effective.
What about that other one percent of the time?
I need to talk to Drew. I can’t do this on my own.
18
DREW
“Dana’s in your office.”
I blink at our office manager, Gina, who sits behind a big desk in the central meeting area like it’s a war room. “Sorry?”
She peers up at me, raising one eyebrow. “You heard me.”
The rest of my coworkers walk past me, filtering into their offices. We’ve just had a great meeting about my project. I have the go ahead to start making 3D printed mockups.
And now Dana is in my office. “Is everything okay?”
