Chapter 46
Scarlett
A few weeks have passed since our boat outing.
We’ve been working on getting the gym back into this century.
We added a new sign, more mirrors, and created a different layout with more equipment.
Lana, Paige, Jason, and I worked our asses off trying to accomplish everything in so little time.
We still have a few more upgrades like light fixture changes and updates to the front to complete. The spa will have to wait a bit longer.
There’s a larger crowd at the gym now, especially since we expanded our hours. Jason has been our sales superstar, adding more clients day by day. I think it’s all going to work out.
Matt and I have been hanging around his place, since he has a mansion with everything included. There’s a freaking sauna in his bathroom. The décor and vibe are masculine and cold, but it smells like him and is roomier than my little cottage.
Today will be the first day since we started officially dating where we won’t see each other. My head feels like it’ll explode any second and I can’t keep food down. I don’t want to get him sick too.
It’s terrible timing. I had three meetings, two classes, and I was supposed to find an electrician today, but none of that’s going to happen.
On top of feeling terrible, I started my period.
That girl loves coming around at the best of times.
I’m cuddled up on my couch watching my fireplace dance after taking some flu medicine, about to fall asleep.
“Miss Scarlett?” Matt pounds on the door. “Scarlett? Are you okay?” You’ve got to love him. I’ve never felt so cherished by someone.
I think about getting up, but I don’t want to move. My body is aching. Moving equals death. The key from under the mat slides into the lock, then he bursts through the door.
He stands over me, huffing. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, hey. Didn’t hear you,” I mumble.
“You aren’t funny. You don’t look well. I went to the gym to see if you wanted to have lunch together, and they told me you called out.
Why didn’t you tell me?” He stands with his hands on his hips.
His questioning attitude isn’t helping my head.
I cover my face with my arms as a defense mechanism against the loud noises.
“I can take care of myself.” Talking hurts. “I’ve been doing it for years.”
A gust from his deep breath hits my skin. “I’m here. I’ll take care of you.”
“Matt, I’m fine. I just need to rest.” I yawn.
“Do you need anything?”
“Yes. Sleep.”
I fall asleep until he moves my hair out of my face and whispers, “Sweetheart.”
“Matt, you shouldn’t be taking care of me. You’re going to get sick too.”
He picks me up bridal style. I rest my head against his chest, snuggling into him. The pressure on my head and his sandalwood smell are comforting.
“Don’t worry about me. I don’t get sick.”
Typical macho man answer. I’d roll my eyes but they’re already closed.
He pulls the blanket over me in bed. It’s much comfier than my couch. I snuggle into my pillow. He kisses my forehead as I fall back to sleep, feeling really blessed to have someone here with me. Maybe it is okay to let people help you every now and then.
Then the little voice whispers in my head, you can’t trust someone who is going to leave.