Page 61 of Accidental Theirs
She grins but stands up quickly, steadying herself on the desk.
I frown, standing up and taking her hand. “You’re still sick. You need to go home.”
She shakes her head. “I’ll be fine. I just need a few moments.”
I get a better grip on her elbow, leading her to the door. “I’m driving you home.”
She doesn’t protest any further and even leans against me as we walk out to my car, so she really
“Have you seen a doctor?”
She nods slowly. “I’m fine.”
She sounds tired as she leans her head against the window.
I pull out of the parking lot, heading toward town.
She gives me a few scant directions.
“Are you sure you don’t need to see the doctor again?”
Olivia is always so full of life, and she seems listless.
“I’m sure. It just has to pass.”
I pull up at her apartment complex, and she pauses as she gets out of the car.
“Why don’t you come in for a cup of tea? They can do without you at work for a while.”
I look at my watch.
It’s nearly noon anyway, so I can take my lunch break.
Besides, my heart is fluttering around like a wounded hummingbird with all this attention and our upcoming date.
“All right.”
I walk her to her upstairs apartment, and she unlocks it.
It’s cozy, a small little studio, and there’re clothes flung over every piece of furniture.
She flushes and heads to the kitchen. “Don’t judge me. I hate folding laundry.”
“Me too. My maid does it for me.”
“La di dah,” she teases, and I laugh.
“Wasn’t always that way.”
She raises an eyebrow. “You didn’t grow up with money?”
I snort. “Nothing of the sort.”
Olivia looks at me curiously, like she wants to ask more, but I’m grateful when she doesn’t. It’s not a happy story.
She brews the tea and hands me a cup. She walks past me into the living room, sitting on the couch and gesturing for me to join.
“I wanted to talk to you, anyway.”
