Shattered Girl (Emmy)

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Jake and I entered the conference room together, and the others immediately stood from their seats and came to us. Each of them hugged me as I reassured them I was ok. Josh was the last to hug me, and before he could speak, I kissed him.

“We can talk about this when we get home,” I told him, “I just want to finish this meeting and gn home. He nodded in understanding

“Love you, baby girl,” he whispered,

“Love you too, Josh,” I replied, following him back to the table and taking my seat again. I noticed Mr. Johnson was no longer in the conference room with us. While I had been locked in the bathroom, he had finished the other paperwork the guys needed to go over and told them we could set up another meeting to discuss the trust when I was feeling better. 1 blushed, embarrassed about losing it, but so much had happened lately that I didn’t think anyone would blame me.

By the time we returned to the parking garage. I was exhausted. I leaned heavily against Jake as Patrick unlocked the SUV, and he looked concerned before kissing the top of my head.

“You feeling okay, beautiful?” Drew asked. He had noticed Jake’s concerned look.

“Just tired. I admitted. “Long day.”

I followed Drew and Jake into the back of the SUV and was asleep before we made it out of the afternoon downtown traffic. I grumbled when we got home because Josh was ready to pick me up and carry me into the house.

“I’m tired, not helpless,” I complained, trying to poke him in the ribs.

“Baby girl. I will find any reason I can to get my hands on you, Josh said as he looked over my head at Drew.

Drew grinned at him and mouthed, “Nice save,” before urging me inside.

“Really, you guys?” I complained when Darren met me with a touchless thermometer as soon as I walked through the door. I didn’t argue with Darren, he was just doing what the guys asked.

“You are running a slight fever, Miss Emmy; get comfortable, and I will bring you some tea and medicine.

“I’m just tired,” I grumbled as Darren shoord us out of the kitchen. Josh and Mike disappeared as I headed into the living room and the big sofa. Drew snagged a blanket, and Patrick pulled me onto his lap.

“You’re going to get sick,” I complained, and Patrick just chuckled as he stroked my hair.

“Emmy, we have been kissing and cuddling with you for the last few days, not to mention sharing

ring your bed. I’m pretty sure we have all been exposed.

I stuck my lower lip out and groaned. “I don’t want to get any of you sick. We have too much going on.

“We will get it all worked out, baby,” Mike said as he sat on the end of the couch and pulled my feet into his lap. He pulled off my socks and slipped the fuzzy socks he must have gotten from my room on my feet.

“Right now, we will focus on getting you better, and then we can worry about the rest. I will all work out. Drew said.

“Blegh,” was my only response.

Josh laughed.

“She sure gets crabby when she’s sick.”

“I do not get crabby, I told him, then gave him a dirty look for good measure.

Before I could argue further, Darren came in with a tray of food and drinks.

The hot tea and soup

pare for you, Miss Emmy. The sandwiches are for the boys. Now, here, take this,” Damen said, handing me several pills.

“It’s cold medicine, vitamins, and something to help with your fever. I took them without argument.

“Now, when you are done with your tea and soup, I can bring

ng you some dessert if you would like.

“Thank you, Darren. That sounds great,” I said. He gave me a gentle smile before leaving us to our food.

“Darren, never did anything like that for us when we were sick,” Mike complained.

“I must be his favorite then,” I responded. We all laughed but stopped when my laughter turned into coughing.

After that

After that, we settled in. The guys finished the sandwiches in record time as I sipped my tea and soup. We were about halfway through Drew’s chosen movie when Darren returned with more tea and a bowl of ice cream for me. Mike grumbled about not getting any dessert, and Darren just looked at him

“When Miss. Emmy has had her fill, the rest of you may have some.” He scolded Mike, but he didn’t say anything else. After Darren left, I looked at Mike.

“You got in trouble, I teased, sounding even stuffer than I had a little while ago.

Mike’s only response was, “Brat,” he picked up my foot and massaged it.

Later that evening, I grumbled at Josh again when he picked me up and carried me to bed, he me before tucking me in and kissing my forehead. I thought, oh well, I will tell him off in the morning as I drifted off to sleep again.

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