He nodded and slid an arm around my waist. His eyes softened as he asked, “You good today, baby?”
I knew he referred to my rollercoaster emotions. “I’m good,” I replied, my voice a little breathy because when Scott did soft, it made me a little breathless. I loved that he didn’t give that softness to everyone; he made me feel special.
With one last kiss, he let me go and took a few steps towards the front door before pausing and turning back to face me. “That bossy shit you just pulled on me is hot, sweetheart. I’m loving the fuck out of this new side to you.”
I watched him leave; disappointed we both had work today. It would have been the perfect day to stay home in bed together.
* * *
Nine hours later, I’d finished another long day at the café and had dropped into the supermarket to grab some meat for dinner when Scott texted me.
Scott: I’m gonna be late tonight. Can you check in on Michelle and Lisa?
Me: Sure. You okay?
Scott: Some club stuff just went down. Will tell you when I get home.
Me: Okay. I’ll take care of Michelle. You just concentrate on you and don’t worry about us.
He didn’t reply after that and concern edged its way into my mind – Scott usually phoned rather than texting. However, I pushed the worry to the side and concentrated on taking care of what he’d asked me to do. I grabbed everything I would need for dinner, as well as the ingredients to make Michelle some soup because I knew from previous experience it was something she would eat, and then headed home.
After dumping everything inside, I made my way next door.
“Hi Harlow,” Lisa greeted me after I waited nearly five minutes for her to answer the door, and I realised she was now also sick.
“Hey, honey. You’re not feeling well?” I stepped inside, closed the door behind me, and followed her into her bedroom where she slumped onto her bed, curling into a ball.
“My throat is so sore.” She could barely get the words out, and my sympathy kicked into gear. Lisa didn’t get sick often and she never complained, so for her to telling me this meant she must be feeling awful.
“You’re burning up,” I said as I placed my hand on her forehead. “Have you taken some Advil?”
She nodded, but didn’t speak again.
“I’m just going to get a washer and I’m also going to check on your mum, okay?”
Again, a nod, but no words.
I left her and found Michelle asleep in her bed. Pressing my hand to her forehead, I found that her fever seemed to have broken. Thank goodness.
A couple of minutes later, I sat with Lisa on her bed and tried to cool her a little with a cold washer. She shifted so that she could curl into my lap, and a little while later she was asleep.
As I sat with her, running my hand gently over her head in an attempt to help her sleep, pain sliced through my heart as I thought about doing this for my own child. I loved Lisa as if she was my own, but after losing my baby, everything felt different. Doing this for Lisa was high on my priorities, however doing it for my own child one day was something I prayed I would get to do.
Lisa fell into a deep sleep, and I tried to leave her a couple of times, but each time she clung to me, clearly not ready for me to leave. Eventually, I fell asleep with her, not waking until Scott touched my shoulder.
“Harlow.” His voice broke through my sleep and I blinked my eyes open to find him staring down at me.
I smiled up at him and this time when I moved, Lisa shifted onto her side and continued to sleep. “Hi, you,” I whispered as I stood.
He jerked his chin at Lisa. “She sick, too?”
“Yeah, poor baby, her throat is really sore and she has a fever.”
His arm slid around my waist and he pulled me close so he could kiss me. “Sorry I’m so late.”
As we left Lisa’s room, I asked, “What time is it?” The only thing indicating to me how long I’d slept was the crick in my neck.
“It’s nearly eleven.”
I frowned as concern snaked through me again. “Is everything okay with the club?”
He led me into Michelle’s living room and we sat on the couch. “I’m not sure. We’ve been doing some digging on that drug dealer I mentioned to you the other day, Julio, and I’ve gotta head down to Adelaide with J and Nash to check out his connections down there.”
My heart beat a little faster. “Should I be worried now? I mean, usually you just send the boys to look into stuff while you stay here. What’s making you go this time?”