Page 82 of Miss Understanding

“Yeah. She’s worried. Unless you’re still planning to go see your family today?”

“No. I wouldn’t want to pass it on especially not to my nan. Better I quarantine myself.”

“Did you work the bar Friday night?”

“No. I got there and Jose took one look at me and sent me home. As much as I was disappointed, I’m glad I didn’t spread it around.”

“Me, too. I’ll pay you for wages you lost over the two nights.”

“You’ll do no such thing.”

“Yes. I will.” I was adamant she not come up short this month for her grandmother’s care.

There was temper in her eyes. “No, you won’t. You’re the one who said nothing should change just because we’re sleeping together. I have a bad cold. I missed work. It is what it is. You didn’t cause this. And I’ll have enough overtime from last week to cover anyhow.”

Most people had no trouble asking for money or even taking advantage. The fact that Kendall wouldn’t take my offer said a lot about her character. It also made me regret ever questioning her integrity. “Anyone ever tell you how stubborn you are?”

She gave me a tired smile. “It’s a bit of the kettle calling the pot black, don’t you think?”

“True. You should get some rest. You won’t be able to go in Monday. And I’ll work from home.”

She snuggled down into my bed. The one I enjoyed seeing her in. “You don’t have to work from home for me.”

“I know, but I want to.” More than I cared to admit.

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Kendall

I woke to the smell of coffee and my stomach growling. Sitting up in Liam’s bed, I rubbed my eyes. My muscles ached, and so did my head. I hadn’t eaten yesterday, so having my appetite back was a good sign I might be on the mend.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” Liam’s voice came from the doorway. He crossed over to take a seat beside me on the bed and put the back of his hand to my forehead. He was dressed casually in jeans and a T-shirt, making me smile. He looked awfully handsome in his suits, but this was a side of him I knew most didn’t get to see.

“I’m feeling better.”

He dropped his hand into mine. “You don’t feel hot any longer, which is a good sign. You hungry?”

“Definitely. What time is it?”

“A few minutes after nine. Your roommate texted this morning. I assured her you were sleeping and feeling better, but she’d probably like to hear it from you. You’re welcome to have her over, too.”

“But you have work—”

He was already shaking his head. “I had Sunday brunch delivered and rented Little House on the Prairie. Thought we could binge watch on the couch downstairs if you don’t mind me being on my laptop. Or if there’s something else you’d rather do, we can.”

His thoughtfulness was overwhelming. “I think what you have planned sounds perfect. I’ll text Chloe.”

After Liam spent the morning taking great care of me, he took off for the gym.

An hour later, my roommate arrived. I could tell the moment Chloe stepped through his front door she had a million questions. Thankfully, she didn’t start in right away. “You look better. How are you feeling?”

She took a seat on the couch next to me, surveying the place, her eyes wide. I didn’t blame her. The house had the same effect on me the first time I’d seen it.

“I feel much better. Thanks for helping Liam get me here.”

“I know you said things were casual, but it sure didn’t seem that way when he came over.”

I sighed. “I’m sure that had to do with guilt. He thinks he overworked me into getting sick.”