Chapter 147

"Well hey there, sugar. What are you in for today?"

Tess shifted on the exam table, wishing she'd taken the visitor's chair instead as she looked at Piper's cheerful face. "I've been having recurrent nausea. I thought it was food poisoning or a stomach bug, or just a really awful case of jet lag, but it's gone on too long for that. It started on the flight here - I came from London early last week - and every time I think I've shaken it, it comes back. Last night I couldn't even keep down my dinner." A fact she'd been strangely compelled to hide from Mitch. Maybe because once she'd thrown up, she felt fine. Brushed teeth, mouthwash, and back to the plan - which had been well worth not derailing. Still, she'd been nauseous again this morning, so she couldn't keep blaming it on benign causes. Something wasn't right.

Piper went brows up. "When that happened to me it turned out to be Parker."