Page 87 of An Adventure For Aster

Aster turned and grinned at her. “No. My fingers are fine. You did well. I don’t even think of flying anymore.”

“I know,” she said, looking around their suite. She’d balked at this trip, but Aster had pushed. The fact he’d said he’d never had an adult vacation either and didn’t want to go alone was what wore her down. “Do you miss it?”

She also learned that there was no arguing either with him for paying for it all. He did agree to let her pay for some things on the trip. It was the only compromise they had.

Money wasn’t as tight as it’d been for years and she could swing it no problem and it’d be a chance of a lifetime.

“No,” he said. “I don’t miss it at all. I’ve got something better now.”

He grabbed her from behind and lifted her in a hug, then dropped her on the bed, his body coming down on top of her after he’d rolled her.

He was on his hands in a pushup pose, his lips to hers and then he just dropped down and all but squished her if he didn’t catch himself.

He moved to the side quickly so he wasn’t on top of her.

“What was that?” she asked, laughing. “Did you lose your balance?”

He hesitated a second and then said, “Yeah.”

“No,” she said, sitting up. “I’m around kids enough to know when one is lying to me. What happened?”

She was looking at his arm that had given out and realized it was his left.

“I got a cramp in my chest and shoulder area and it caught me off guard.”

“A cramp?” she asked.

“Like a muscle spasm. It happens. Don’t get all in a panic over it. I’ve got a lot of scar tissue going on and it’s common and I was told to expect it.”

She kept staring at him and could see he was telling the truth, but she was worried.

“Maybe you should see your doctor,” she said. “Just to be sure.”

He laughed and sat on the side of the bed. “Raine. I was at the cardiologist last month. I had an EKG and an echocardiogram. Everything is pumping, flowing, and moving the way it should. There is nothing wrong and no reason for you to get concerned or worked up.”

She frowned. “You didn’t say you went to the doctor.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “I didn’t know I had to tell you about my appointments.”

Her shoulders dropped. She had to let this go.

Wasn’t this something that Colton had said to her before? That she wanted to know everything he was doing when he was doing it even if nothing came about it.

He’d argued that he didn’t tell her he was looking for jobs outside of their hometown because maybe he wouldn’t get anything and why worry her for something that might not come about?

She didn’t want to buy that when he said it, but it’d made sense. Her arguing he could have told her when he at least had an interview fell on deaf ears, with him coming back saying one interview meant nothing.

“You don’t,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Hey,” he said, getting up and pulling her into his arms. He held her and she needed that. Sometimes it scared her how much he understood her. “It’s not a big deal. It really isn’t. I got a clean and good bill of health. I’m a guy. We don’t tell women everything we are doing or what is going on in our bodies. There is nothing to worry about.”

“If there was, would you tell me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he said. “But you don’t need to worry. I told you before I’m not stupid. I’m getting checkups when I need them. Every six months. All is good.”

She had to believe him, as she didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

“Okay,” she said. “Thanks. And don’t try to hide it if you get a cramp or something. You could have hurt me falling like that.”

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