Chapter 40: THE POUNDING OF FEET ON A TREADMILL

Lance watched Ashleigh pick at her salad. "Honey, if you don't eat you're going to get sick. You have to eat when you have diabetes."

Ashleigh shook her head and offered him a smile. "Sorry. I guess I was daydreaming." She took a bite of the wilting salad and felt like gagging.

Kendra cleared her throat. "Do you want us to come over tonight?"

Ashleigh shook her head. "You two came over Monday and Tuesday." Now it was Friday.

"You don't have to spend the weekend alone," Lance said while sipping a glass of wine. "Rick and I were thinking about throwing some steaks on the grill…"

Ashleigh shook her head. She wouldn't be good company and she didn't want her friends to think that she couldn't manage her first weekend alone without Christopher. She was not going to turn into a basket case. "I'm going to hang out at Christopher's place and maybe take care of some yard work."

"You?" Lance's eyebrow quirked up.