Chapter 61

Troy floated back to the ground, walked into the house, and made his way to the bathroom. Sure enough, Beck was kneeling in front of the john, his head bowed, his face an unhealthy shade of green.

Quickly washing and drying his hands, Troy squatted next to Beck and laid a hand on his husband’s back. “I’m not taking no for an answer this time. You’re going to go see Doc Hanssen.”

“It’s just a stomach bug.”

Troy shook his head. “You don’t have a temperature.” He’d resisted the urge to examine Beck. Doc Hanssen agreed that, without a medical degree, Troy could end up doing more harm than good if he tried to treat illnesses.

“I’ll be fine. Stop fussing,” Beck said, prior to another bout of dry heaves.

Troy ran a washcloth under the faucet, wrung it out, and wiped Beck’s forehead. “You’re not okay, babe.”

Beck groaned. “You’re not going to leave this alone are you?”