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Chapter Twenty-Eight

“Are you feeling any better?” Jacob asked, coming over and kissing my forehead. I was still wrapped up in the soft hotel bedding after dragging myself from the bathroom. I smiled and leaned into his kiss, enjoying the tender caress.

“Much,” I promised. “I just hope I don't give you whatever stomach bug I've got.”

Jacob sat on the edge of the bed. “It would be worth it,” he assured me. “Besides, I've got a cast-iron stomach. Nothing gets me.”

I hoped he was right. I had woken up first thing in the morning to yet again loose my dinner. Jacob had ordered room service, but all I had managed to eat was a piece of toast and some orange juice. The juice had actually tasted better than the coffee, which again, I had only been able to get a couple of swallows down.

“At least I don't have to clean the bathroom here,” I joked. Jacob laughed.

“I will get you a hotel room any time you are sick,” he promised. “Or a maid.”

“You spoil me,” I replied with a smile. He grinned.

“That's part of how I pla
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