Food Poisoning

Laina

I bit my bottom lip as a smile stretched my cheeks. “Yeah. If he’ll let me, I’d like to.”

“He’ll let you. He’s super into you, Laina. I can tell. I’ve caught him looking at you the same way I look at wine. It’s a match made in heaven.”

“I’m glad you can compare our chemistry to your relationship with wine.”

“And cheese. I don’t discriminate.”

I shook my head and laughed at her. “Thanks, Gin. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re always there to talk me down from the ledge.”

“And I always will be.”

“Cheers to that,” I said, lifting my glass.

Ginny and I tapped the edges of our glasses together, and by the time we’d set them back down, our food had been delivered. I busied myself with cutting up the vegetables in my skillet, and as I lifted my first bite to my mouth, I froze.

My vision blurred for a second, and nausea rolled through my gut.

“Are you okay?”