Chapter 115
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The weekend was over, and Jack, Pete, and Dave would be going home soon. Thankfully, just then they were still asleep.
“That could have gone a lot worse,” I said softly as I brought Wills a cup of basil tea and dry toast. His stomach was better, but I didn’t want him to press his luck.
“Yeah. I’m sorry I have to go to work and leave you with everyone.”
“I don’t mind. I haven’t had family in so long….” I looked around the kitchen and went back to the stove. “Y’know, I’m really tired of this.”
“Theo?” He sounded sick.
“Babe?” I turned to look at him, and his complexion was almost gray. “Maybe you should call in sick?”
He brought his cup to his lips, but shook his head before taking a sip. “You were saying?”
I returned to him and pressed my cheek against his forehead to see if he was running a fever, but no, he was cool. Hmm. “I’ve been looking through my Elegant Homes and Architectural Digest magazines, and I think I’d like to open up the kitchen into the dining room.”