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Tears gathered in her eyes and she folded over herself.

“I thought you were going to fire me, Sam. I was so worried I wasn’t going to have a home for this baby. Thank you for believing me.”

“Is that why you felt sick all day?” He wiped away a tear from her face.

“Yes.”

“I wish you had just told me at work. There was no reasonto worry yourself sick over this. If something had happened to you or Jellybean, honestly, I’d never forgive myself.”

“I didn’t mean to make you worry, I needed to find the source if I could before I gave you the information. But I just don’t think it’s possible with the information we have right now.”

“You don’t need to show me anything, I believe you.”

“No,” she said as she started to work through more paperwork. “I’d like to try and figure this out while you’re here. You might have the answer and I’m just not seeing it because I’m not familiar with all the accounts authorized to take payments from you.”

Twenty minutes passed and they still hadn’t made any progress. She ran through the words that Sam had said over and over in her brain, trying to get her heart to hear it, but she was panicked. He needed to know that she wasn’t behind this, and she needed to provide him with the concrete proof. It was vitally important to their working relationship.

Her stomach lurched, the room twisting and turning in an unnatural way. When was the last time she’d had something to eat? She’d had some oatmeal at breakfast but couldn’t remember eating anything more than that. Looking at the clock in her living room, she squinted her eyes to make the walls stop moving. Oh god, it was almost eight at night.

Evie needed to get something into her stomach fast, the queasy feeling threatening to overwhelm her as it gurgled in her belly. She stood, trying to get her bearings before walking to the kitchen. A moan escaped from between her lips. Trying to call to Sam for help, she closed her eyes against the spinning, and prayed he’d get to her before she hit the ground.

Twelve

He’d heard something in her breathing change as Evie stood, and his heart clenched watching her body sway. A moan ripped from her throat and an instant later Sam was reaching for her, steadying her before she collapsed to the ground. He lifted her up and rushed towards the sofa.

“Don’t do this to me, Bluebell. Come on.” His hand swept her hair away from her face as her eyes struggled to focus on him.

“Sam?” Evie’s voice sounded weak, but she was clearly coming back around.

“Shh sweetheart, you almost passed out.” He crouched down to rest his hand on her arm.

“I did? God, I’m dizzy.”

“Just rest. I’m going to call your doctor’s office and see if we need to get you to the hospital.”

“No!” She sat up, her eyes rolling into the back of her head with a groan. He pressed her back onto the sofa.

“Don’t argue. Just breathe. You scared the fucking life out of me, Bluebell.”

“Please, don’t bother them. I’m fine. It’s just my blood sugar.”

“When was the last time you had anything to eat?”

She groaned. “This morning.”

“Evie! This morning? What did you have?”

“Breakfast.”

Sam stopped himself from growling at her evasive answer. “And that was?”

“A bowl of oatmeal.”

He stared at her in horror. She wasn’t eating enough, even after the fainting spell and Jake warning her about her low blood sugars levels.

Sam didn’t care if it was overbearing, he’d make sure she was eating enough from then on. He moved into her kitchen and poured her a drink as he grabbed the food he’d brought with him. He should kick his own fucking ass for forgetting to make sure she ate.

“Christ, Bluebell! You can’t just barely eat breakfast and think that’s going to get you through the day.”

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