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RHETT
Ingesting a half-glass of wine and our appetizer sent Ash rushing to the bathroom.
He returned a full ten minutes later, pale and shaky, unable to eat the dinner that had been delivered in his absence. We boxed the food up to take with us. Ashton’s “I’m fine—just a bug or something” rang false in my ears, but he waved me off the two times I tried to question him.
We’d left his car at the office, and I told him we could head in together in the morning after dropping Skylar at work. Arriving a little later than my usual time would be fine.
I didn’t want him driving alone.
Allowing him his mental space, I held his hand atop his thigh on the way home from the restaurant.
“Sure you’re okay, baby?” I murmured when his head tipped back against the headrest.
“Everything will be fi
