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Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I think I’d better stay in tonight.

He responds right away.

Oh, no. Is there anything I can do?

I bite my lower lip as guilt creeps into my chest. But is he being nice because he’s a good guy? Or because he wants something?

No, I think it’s just a little bug,I type back.Hopefully I’ll feel better soon.

I hope so, too. Are you sick to your stomach? Or does chicken noodle soup sound good?

Chicken noodle soup sounds amazing, but Jera doesn’t want me eating noodles. I stare at the phone. Jera’s sure bossy. And she’s not here. How will she even know if I eat noodles?

My stomach lets out a growl. I guess the kale and legume salad I got from Door Dash didn’t do much to fill me up. Stupid diet. I make a rash decision.

Actually, chicken noodle soup sounds good.

I’ll make you some and bring it over.

My heart warms at his words. Even if he is a lying sack of trash, I’ll take his chicken noodle soup and enjoy every drop.

CHAPTER19

An hour later, the gate chimes and I press the button to let Dustin in. When he approaches the door, I open it.

“Here’s the soup.” He hands me a warm plastic container with a lid. There must be at least three servings of soup in it. “There’s croissant rolls in the car. Just a sec.”

My heart melts. When he comes back with the rolls, I wave him inside, all my resolve crumbling. “Come in.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude. I know you’re not feeling well.”

My heart warms at the concern in his eyes. “I think the company will do me good.”

“Then let me dish up your soup.” He hands me the plate of rolls, still warm, and takes the container of soup into the kitchen.

I devour a roll. It’s light, buttery, and flaky and tastes like it came from a little shop in Paris. I sit on the couch and pull the afghan over me. Squint jumps on my lap and yawns.

“Do you want to eat it in here?” Dustin asks as he enters the living room.

“Yes. Thank you.” I take the bowl from him. It’s steamy and smells like heaven.

“What about you?”

“I already ate. I expected to just drop the soup off. I didn’t think you’d be up for company.”

“Please, sit.” I feel bad for lying and saying I was sick. I dip the spoon in and take a sip. My nose was right. It’s amazing. Squint sniffs the bowl.

“Did you make this from scratch?”

“Sort of. I cheated on the chicken.”

I raise one eyebrow as I take another sip. “Exactly how does one cheat on a chicken?”

He chuckles, and I enjoy how the sound reverberates in his chest. “I bought a rotisserie chicken. It would have taken a lot longer for me to cook the chicken, and with a rotisserie you get all the flavor from the juice.”

I’m seriously touched that he made me chicken noodle soup from scratch. “You went out and bought one, just for me?”

Dustin gives me a sheepish grin. “Well, my personal assistant went out and bought one just for you.”

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