Looking The Part

Rainey

I pulled off my robe and let it fall to the floor. My headache was still there, but the aspirin had taken the edge off. I wanted to be clear and present to take care of Tanner, so I went into the bathroom and downed several Dixie cups worth of water, drowning my hangover and hoping it helped with my dehydration.

I settled into bed, pulling my comforter around me in a little cocoon when my cell phone rang. I might have blamed Killian for his tendency to interrupt me at the worse moments, but it wasn’t his ring tone.

I grabbed my phone and saw Michael’s name on the screen.

I groaned. Was he going to berate me again about pretending to be sick?

“Hello?” I said into the phone with the sickest voice I could muster.

“Rainey, I hope I didn’t wake you,” Michael said.

I tried to determine if he was teasing or being serious. “No, you didn’t.” He’d only called ten minutes ago. I supposed if I was as sick as I sounded then I might have flopped back over into bed. Why was he checking up on