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“So Easton made you do this?” I ask, leaning back on the stack of pillows.
She sits next to me. “He asked me to, and I agreed. As sick as you are, it wouldn’t have been a good idea to leave you alone, even for a few hours.”
“That’s not what I meant. I was talking about you letting me stay. Easton made you do it.”
That’s the only way she’d allow this. He must’ve threatened to move out if she didn’t.
“Easton didn’t make me do anything. This was my decision. You’re sick. I wasn’t going to just tell you to go.”
“But when I’m better…” I wait for her to finish that thought.
“We’ll see.” She smiles a little, then frowns. “You shouldn’t worry about that now. We have all week to figure something out.”
“All week? Meaning I can stay for more than just tonight?”
She nods. “I told Easton you can stay until his father gets back. He leaves tonight. He could be back next Wednesday, or he may decide to stay the week.”
“Does he know I’m here?”
“No. I’ll tell him when he gets back.”
“He doesn’t want me here, does he? He doesn’t want me with Easton.”
She hesitates, then says, “Stephen has very strong opinions. Once his mind is set on something, it’s hard to change it.” She gets up. “You should get some rest.”
“When will Easton be back?”
“He should be home in an hour or so. He’s coming right home after the game.” She walks to the door.
“Mrs. Voss?”
She turns back. “Yes?”
“Thank you. For letting me stay.”
She smiles. “You’re welcome. Get some rest.”
I fall asleep and don’t wake up until the morning. Opening my eyes, I see light peeking through the blinds and Easton asleep in a chair.
“Easton,” I say, but my voice is too weak for him to hear. I clear my throat and try again. He moves a little but doesn’t wake up. I go to check the clock on the nightstand and accidentally bump the glass of water, tipping it over. “Shit!”
“Nova?”
Looking back at Easton, I see him bolt from the chair and race over to me.
“I spilled the water.” I point to the glass. “I need to clean it up.”
“Forget about that.” He sits next to me. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.”
“Really? Or are you just saying that?”
“I don’t feel great, but I feel better than last night.”
He feels my forehead. “You don’t feel as hot.”
I smile at him. “You didn’t have to sleep here.”
