Dean was here and working on something. I had no idea what it was. I slowly made my way downstairs. He was on a ladder, working on one of the cracks in the doorway. I’d learned to ignore it since it popped up years ago.
“Hey,” I said softly. “Thanks for working on that.”
“You’re up,” he replied as he turned. “I figured it was time to make true on my promise to work on things. I was beginning to feel like a freeloader.”
“You’ve been here three days.”
“Which is three days too long.” He eyed me up and down. “How are you feeling?”
I could only stare. How the hell did he know I wasn’t feeling well? Was it obvious or something?
“W-why do you ask?”
“The whole town found out when you weren’t ready, in case you forgot.”
It was strange how a stomachache could make me completely forget about what was going on in my life. Yesterday had been my worst nightmare.
It was too bad today was hanging around the corner with a baseball bat.
“I’ve been fine.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked me over, and I had a feeling that he knew I wasn’t fine, even if he didn’t know what was going on yet.
“You took on all of that for me,” I said. “How areyoudoing?”
Normally, Dean would not let me get away with changing the subject. But obviously, the town had been rough today because he immediately rolled his eyes. “They’re a typical small town. What else can I say?”
A slight stab of anxiety made its way through the unease in my stomach. “Did they do anything out of line?”
“That’s not for you to worry about.”
I blew out a breath. “I’m gonna worry about it anyway.”
“I said I was taking this off your shoulders and I am. There wasn’t anything that out of line. I just know how small towns can be and it’s not my thing.”
“You really don’t like people in your business, do you?”
“Not really.”
I wondered what he thought of me. I loved reading people and I enjoyed it when I could get a read on him. Did that bother him too?
“Let’s figure out dinner. I would have gone to the diner, but I’ve had enough of Tammy for the day.”
The idea of dinner brought back all of the nausea in my body. “You do whatever you wanna do. I’m not hungry.”
His brow furrowed. “Did you already eat?”
“I had a big breakfast.”
“Breakfast isn’t enough. Something’s wrong.”
My jaw tightened. I could see why it would be annoying when I read him, because he was also good at doing the same thing to me. “I think I’m finally developing morning sickness.”
“In the second trimester?”
“It’s possible.”
“I’m sure it is, but this could be something else.”