“Nope. I’m good. Sleep.”
“Okay, Aleki is getting the bed ready.” Caleb carried her into the bedroom.
“Does she need to pee?” Aleki asked.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Can everyone please stop saying the word ‘pee’!”
“I believe that’s a no,” Caleb said with a laugh. He laid her on some cool, smooth sheets. Damn, these sheets were nice. She ran her hand over them with a small moan.
“Jesus, never thought I’d be jealous of sheets,” Aleki muttered.
“You and me both, brother.”
Lips were brushed against her forehead. The scent of the ocean surrounded her. “Here’s Piggles, sleep well, jelly bean.”
Another set of lips were pressed to her cheek. Sandalwood and sugar. “Sleep tight, baby girl. Don’t let the bedbugs bite.”
She was tucked in tight and then was out like a light.
17
Vivi curled into a ball as her tummy cramped.
Oh, fuck. What was that?
She dived from the bed, landing on her knees with a thump. She cried out, both from the pain in her legs and the way her stomach twisted.
She needed the toilet. Now.
“Genevieve? What’s wrong?”
Wolfe. Oh no. She didn’t want him to see her like this. Any of them. But she needed the bathroom. Desperately.
“Bathroom. Quick,” she managed to get out.
Luckily, he seemed to hear her because she found herself scooped up and carried into a small bathroom with just a toilet and shower stall.
He carefully set her down on her feet but kept hold of her waist. “Do you need help?”
“No! Get out!” She reached under her T-shirt for her panties.
“What’s wrong? What are your symptoms?”
“Wolfe! Get out!” There was a line. This was the line.
“What’s going on?” Caleb demanded.
“She’s sick,” Wolfe said.
“Get out. All of you! Please!”
Tears drifted down her face as she pulled off Wolfe’s hands and sat on the toilet. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with snot. She was a mess. Gross.
“Please. Just leave me.”
“No,” Wolfe said.
“I want to be alone.”