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No! We’ve been that route once. Look what it got us.
Her Bear lay back down and curled up in the back of her mind again.
But the idea that Charlie might be more than a passing interest kept nagging at her brain, and her father’s words replayed in her memory. “There’s no lie. He really cares.”
Daisy closed her eyes and tried to sense anything about him herself, but her fear must have been blocking her senses.
“You still doing dishes?” Janie asked, walking into the kitchen behind her.
“Almost done,” Daisy said.
“Here, let me help. What are your plans tonight?”
“Just taking a shower, then a good book, or a movie.”
“You should go out for a while.”
“Mom, I don’t do the whole going out thing. Especially alone.”
Janie shrugged. “Well, then go visit a cousin or something. Get out of the house for a while. Have some girl talk.”
Daisy thought about Analise. But Analise would be trying to put Harley to bed and her visit would just get in the way. ButEmmalyn didn’t have kids. “You know what? Maybe I’ll go pay Emmalyn a visit.”
“That’s a great idea,” Janie said.
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Emmalyn rested on her knees beside the toilet. Her arms were draped around the seat and her head rested on her arm as she tried to catch her breath.
“Em, you alright, baby?” Barron asked.
She didn’t lift her head, but she did lift a hand and flip him off.
Barron chuckled. “Can I get you anything at all?”
“Leave me alone,” she managed to force out between deep breaths.
“I’ll be right out here. Just let me know when you need help, okay?”
“It’s not supposed to be like this,” she said shakily.
“What’s wrong?” Bam asked, sticking his head in the door to see how his youngest was doing. “I’ll just heal her.”
“No!” Emmalyn exclaimed.
“She’s throwing up, honey. I told you that already. It’s morning sickness,” Everly said, appearing behind Bam and peeking into the bathroom from the small opening between the door frame and Bam’s side.
“It’s nighttime! It can’t be morning sickness,” Bam said.
“Go away!” Emmalyn begged mournfully. “Why does everyone want to talk to me when I can’t stop gagging? Just let me be quiet!” she whined.
“Alright, everyone go back in the living room. I got this,” Barron said firmly, but respectfully.
“Come on, hon. Barron’s right. Let’s go back in the living room and allow him to take care of his mate,” Everly said.
“Better him than me,” Bam said, allowing Everly to take him back to the living room. “She’s mean.”
“What does that mean?” Emmalyn demanded, her head finally coming up off her arm to glare in the direction her father went. “I am not mean! I’m sick and I’m exhausted, and I’m throwing up!”
