Chapter Eleven
“You look better.” Patrick was stirring something on the stove.
“I feel better. Thank you. Ros asked me to drop by today, so I don’t know how long I’ll be out.”
“Ah.” He put a bowl on the breakfast bar.
“What’s that?”
“Oatmeal. Easy on your stomach.”
“Seriously?”
“Try it, Jess.”
Sighing, I did, and okay…whatever he’d seasoned it with made it not half-bad. My stomach gurgled, but I didn’t get nauseous. “Thanks.”
A satisfied smile. “You’re welcome. Keep that down, and if you’re still hungry, you can have something else.”
“Okay.”
“Rosalind texted me a thank you for coming.”
“See? You did the right thing.”
He rolled his eyes. “Let it go, Jess.”
The oatmeal sat okay, so he made me scrambled eggs and hash browns next.
“You could come with me.”
He waved it off. “Go
