Page 37 of Bound By Fate
“Yeah.”
“Micah said Katie’s sick,” Ensley said on the other line. “What’s going on? Is she really sick? What's going on? Are you making this shit up to get in her pants? I swear, Dry, if..."” She kept asking questions and not allowing me to answer.
“If you let me answer, I’ll tell you.”
“Fine. Talk.” She huffed into the phone.
A smile tipped my lips. She was the perfect spitfire for Micah.
Running down everything that had happened so far didn’t take long.
“I’m coming over,” she ordered.
“Ensley, I’ve got this. There’s nothin’ you can do right now. She’s sleepin’, and I’ve got my eyes on her. Gave her meds, and we’ve gotta let her sleep to get rid of it.”
“Dryerson! She’s my sister!” She yelled so loud I had to pull the phone from my ear.
“I know, and I’ll let you know if and when anything changes.” Even sick laying in bed, Katie was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on.
“I don’t like this, Dryerson.” Ensley was fierce in her tone.
“Settle down. Promise I’ll let you know. Besides, you don’t want to bring this home to Remy.”
It took a beat before she responded with, “Fine…” She paused. “Please take good care of her.”
“Absolutely.”
She hung up, and I chuckled. That woman. Perfect for Micah.
Pulling a chair from the dining room table into her room, I parked my ass on it and watched. Watched her chest move up and down. Watched her eye twitch every now and again. Watched her move her hands under her face as she rolled on her side. Watched her. Took everything in. Yeah, maybe beautiful wasn’t the word because she was beyond beautiful.
Yeah, Katie was it for me. She was mine. Now to make her see it.
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KATIE
My head poundedand entire body ached. Swear, even the tip of my toes hurt. I felt cold like ice, even though there were blankets on top of me.
Wait. Where was I? Was I home? God, please let me be at home.
I cracked my eye open a bit as Dryerson, of all people, came into the room carrying a bowl and spoon.
“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” His smile was radiant, and I loved it. Too much. If you asked me what my dream would be when I woke up, it would be this exact thing. His smile and the loving way he looked at me. Minus the bowl, of course.
My voice croaked and cracked as I tried talking, “What’s goin’ on?”
“How are ya feelin’?” he asked, setting the soup on the nightstand, then sitting next to me on the bed without answering my question.
“Cold.” A full body shiver rolled through me, and I burrowed deeper into the blankets.
“Right. I need you to sit up and drink some of this broth. You need liquids in you.”
He made a move but paused when I responded. “I’m okay. Just cold.”
“This is warm and will heat you up.” He sounded like he was talking to a young child, but I didn’t have the energy to call him on it. I just wanted to sleep and get warm.
I tried to sit up, and my body screamed. Dryerson must’ve seen my struggles because his arm was behind my back, helping me. How did I get so weak?
