Page 84 of Embracing the Beat
“Me? I’m perfectly fine.”
“I think one of the sandwiches was bad.” I lean against him as we walk back to the car.
“They didn’t taste bad to me. Maybe too much time in the sun?”
“I’m not sure.”
The smell of food grows stronger the closer we get to the two restaurants, and I hesitate as the sourness rushes back.
“Here. I’ll run in and grab a bottle of water. How about you sit here until I’m done?”
I nod and practically collapse on the bench he pointed out. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and concentrate on my breathing to keep the nasty sensation away.
“Babe?” West joins me, and I open my eyes to see the bottle of water in his hand.
I accept it gratefully, taking two small sips.
“Let’s go home, okay?”
I nod. “Yes, please.”
We walk slowly back to the car. Once inside, I relax against the back of the seat, frustrated that our date is ending with me getting sick right in front of him.
Is this going to be the theme of our relationship?
