18
ASHTON
The whole flight then car ride home from the airport, I’d dealt with lingering nausea from the wine the night before. Or perhaps underlying anxiety had continued to sneak its way through my excitement to see Skylar again.
God knew I was exhausted from all the traveling in such a short time.
I had felt pale, and Rhett had even questioned if I was all right, but I’d waved off his concern, assuring him I was fine.
A tummy bug, probably.
Or indigestion since slight abdominal pain had come with that latest upset stomach after eating a quick breakfast.
The sight of Skylar, having her in my arms had made me forget my discomfort, but the second Rhett and I left her in the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, my insides heaved.
I hugged our toilet, retching and coughing even though
