Page 208 of Santa Daddies
2. Put away the groceries.
3. Find something quick to eat.
4. Get in your pajamas.
5. Sleep.
Lord. She really hoped that she could sleep. And that this storm would stop sometime in the night so she could make a quick getaway in the morning.
Battling her exhaustion, she made the bed and then stumbled out to grab her things.
She took her suitcase to her room and left it there to deal with later.
The groceries really needed to go into the fridge. Thankfully, she didn’t have anything that could melt. Carrying the groceries into the kitchen, she put a few things into the fridge and then set the other bags on the bench.
She’d make herself some toast. No way could she handle making anything else tonight. Already her vision was growing blurry and she could feel a headache developing.
She just needed to eat and take some painkillers and she’d be fine. Alice often got headaches from stress or when she went too long without eating. Both of which she’d experienced today.
So she stuck some bread into the toaster that she found on the bench and grabbed out a soda, sipping on it slowly. The caffeine might help.
Then she grabbed the bags to take them to her bedroom.
“Where are you taking those?”
She jumped. Holy heck. How had she forgotten that he was there? Turning, she saw him staring at her from the armchair by the fire.
“Um, I thought I’d put them in my room, keep them out of the way.”
He waved a hand. “Leave them. Come eat here.”
Sheesh, he was bossy.
But she couldn’t argue with him. That would take more courage than she had. Today had wiped out her supply.
Plus, it would be rude. This was his house, after all.
He frowned as she carried over her buttered toast and soda. She also grabbed out some painkillers, grateful that she’d thought to buy some at the store. Her stronger ones were in her handbag but she didn’t feel like going to get them.
“Um, do you want some?” she asked.
“That’s your dinner?” he asked with clear disapproval.
“Yeah. I don’t have the energy for anything more and I have to eat because I’m starting to feel sick.”
“Sick?” he repeated.
“Oh yes! But nothing contagious. Don’t worry, it’s just that when I go too long without eating or I get overly stressed I can get these headaches. And sometimes I feel ill. Also, my blood pressure gets a bit low. It’s nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he growled.
“It really is.” Or that’s what George used to say. That she was just seeking attention. That low blood pressure was a good thing. And that people had real medical conditions.
That she should stop complaining.
She knew that compared to what others were going through her issues were nothing. So she’d stopped mentioning it to him.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he demanded.
