Page 69 of Breaking the Rules
Sassy: coming from the man on the road four days a week
Deuce: if I got to fly home for twelve hours to sleep I make it home. Baby, you can rest
Sassy: have my t-shirt ready
Deuce: already got it for you. Car pulling up
Savanhi looked down the street, seeing a lavender-painted Range Rover approaching. The driver stopped at the curb, and the window rolled down. Noble’s wide grin shone brightly in the ambient-lit interior.
“I heard my baby needed a ride home,” he said.
Savanhi’s expression was twisted in a smile and confusion. “Whose car did you steal?”
Noble hopped out and rounded the trunk and open the passenger side door for her. “I didn’t steal it. It’s yours.”
“No,” Savanhi said in disbelief. “No, it’s not!”
“Shh, sleepin’ beauty is in her car seat.”
Savanhi’s mouth dropped as she spun to get a full look of the car. “You didn’t do this for me?”
“I absolutely did,” Noble chuckled proudly. “I can’t have you in and out of JoyRide’s, and I know push comes to shove, you will be on the bus happily.”
“I’m not above public transportation. Deucey, baby, this is beautiful!” she cried, happy tears. “Why would you do this for me?”
“Because I’d do anything for you,” Noble stated, meeting her at the driver’s side door. He wiped her tears and kissed her face. “Anything.”
There went the spinning again. The scent on his t-shirt she loved hours ago, was upsetting her stomach. She felt it coming.
“Deuce. Move,” she grunted, trying to turn away from the car as fast as she could to empty the contents of her stomach on the asphalt. “Ewww.”
“What’s wrong? You ate something bad?” Noble asked, holding her hair. He closed his eyes, unable to take the sight.
“I can’t eat. As much as I try-” another eruption just as Lawryn walked out of the shop to find her cousin. Discovering her hovering over and violently vomiting in the street cured her suspicions.
Lawryn rushed over with a bottle of water in her hand. “I was coming out here to see where she went.”
Savanhi panted, eyes watered from vomiting. “Everything is spinning.”
Noble looked at Lawryn. “She’s been saying that all week.”
“I thought she was just exhausted. Take her home, I’ll JoyCart some stuff. Don’t let her go to the studio tomorrow.”
“I don’t have anyone else to teach my classes,” Savanhi whined, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I won’t dance, I’ll just go and instruct from my seat like I did yesterday.”
Careful not to step in anything, Noble eased her into the car. “Don’t worry about any of that. Let’s get you better first.”
Savanhi gave a weak inaudible reply. Once Noble got her home, he ran in to put Areli in her bed and came back to carry Savanhi into their bathroom. He washed her in the shower, dried her off made sure to use her body oil, but she stopped him.
“Mm mm the smell is going to make me sick. You think one of those girls got me sick?” she questioned leaning on him. “Use Areli’s fragrance free oil, please.”
He did. “Either that or you’ve been going too hard. Probably both.”
“I’ve worked harder than this with the flu at that,” she whined.
“Your body needs rest. I’m happy I’m home for a couple of days to help you out.”
Moisturized and in bed, Savanhi curled herself into a ball, and Noble spooned her. Within seconds, she was knocked out. When morning came, Savanhi was woken up by the headache that hadn’t gone away, and Lawryn walking into the room.
