Hidden Angels: Wildfire Lake Book One by Victoria Wyngate

Author:Victoria Wyngate [Wyngate, Victoria]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-10-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Trish looked at the thermometer she had just taken out of her mouth. It registered 102.4 degrees. No wonder she had been having chills.

She had been feeling achy all morning and now had a fever. I can’t get sick, she thought. I have a date tonight. She picked up the phone and called David.

He answered on the second ring. “Hello gorgeous,” he said.

“Hey,” she responded. “I’m sorry, but I think I’ll have to take a raincheck for tonight.”

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I think I’m coming down with something. I’ve been feeling achy all day and now I’m running a fever. I’m afraid it might be the flu. I’m probably contagious.” Trish replied.

“I chase criminals all day and for a living, I’m not afraid of the flu,” he said.

“Really David, I don’t feel well at all. I’m going to bed and rest. I’m sorry, but I will make it up to you. I promise.”

“Is there anything you need?” he asked.

“Not that I know of,” she said, “I just need to rest right now, but thanks for the offer.”

“Anytime,” he said, “You just get some rest and I’ll call later to check on you. Call me if you think of anything you need. No matter what time it is.”

“I will,” she said, “But I’m really feeling lousy and I just want to go to bed”

“Okay, but you better take care of yourself. Bye,” he said.

“I will. bye.” I hope he understands, she thought. She headed to her bedroom to lie down.

Good thing I’m off tonight, she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Trisha woke two hours later to the sound of knocking on her front door. Getting unsteadily to her feet, she grabbed her robe and slipped it on.

She shouted at the door, “Alright, I’m coming.” I don’t feel up to entertaining anyone right now, she thought.

She looked in the mirror hanging in the hallway. I look just like I feel, she thought. Horrible.

She opened the door and said, “I’m sorry but....” Her voice trailed off when she saw David standing on the porch.

“I know you don’t feel well, but I thought this might make you feel a little better,” he said, nodding toward the basket he held in his hands. Trish stepped back, allowing him to enter the room.

She followed him into the kitchen where he put the basket on the table and started removing some of its contents. He looked at her as he removed a small disposable bowl.

“This is what I was saying would make you feel a little better. It’s chicken soup. My Grandmother’s recipe.” he said.

He walked over to the microwave and opened the door. He looked at the small disposable container and turned to face Trish.

“Where do you keep your soup bowls?” he asked.

“In the cabinet to your right on the bottom shelf.”

She said pointing to the right one.

He opened the cabinet that she pointed to. “I don’t want to serve it to you lukewarm and I don’t think this Styrofoam container would survive the nuking process,” he said as he removed a bright yellow bowl from the cabinet.

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