Camy Tang - Sushi for One?

Lex gagged in Mr. Babysitter’s direction.

“Aim at your own pants!”

The doorbell rang.

Green Contacts waggled a finger at Lex. “Put your head between your legs.”

Lex tried to glare at her through the tears gathering in her eyes.

Rats. Being sick always made her cry. Not now, not in front of these people…

“Is Lex Sakai -?”

Aiden.

He stood in the open doorway, the sunlight bright behind him. Her knight in shining armor.

“Save me,” she croaked.

He felt like a knight in shining armor.

Lex looked paler than mochi rice-dumplings. Tears streaked down her face, and she held her orange-colored hand out from her, as if in denial that it belonged to her.

Aiden strode to the refreshment table and grabbed the entire stack of cocktail napkins. He had to use half the napkins on her hand, the other half on her pants. “What’s wrong? Dizzy?”

She shook her head. She kept her eyes screwed shut, her mouth pinched closed.

“Nauseated?”

She nodded.

The women chattered around him, as intelligible as a flock of pigeons. He ignored all advice, questions, innuendoes, and flirting.

A girl who looked a little like Lex sank her talons into his upper arm so she could hiss in his ear. “Get her out of here.”

Lex rose on shaky legs. Aiden held her elbow as he guided her to the door. One of the women slung Lex’s purse over her shoulder.

Mr. Babysitter had sat there while the women cleaned up the baby with wipes, then mopped up his pants. As Lex headed toward the door, he rose to his feet and faced her, looking like a bulldog. “These were Giovannis. I should make you buy me new ones.”

Aiden expected a blazing hot answer from her, but Lex just peered at him, her eyes dazed.

The guy slanted his beady eyes at her. “I might be more forgiving if you can get me Giants’ tickets.”

Lex inhaled a raspy breath and swallowed hard before answering.

“It’s only college games, you doofus.” She turned toward the door.

Aiden put a steadying hand on her waist, but a jolt of tension tightened her entire abdomen at his touch. He immediately removed his hand.

She didn’t seem to mind his grasp of her elbow. Her weight sagged against his hand. He shuffled her out the door, and someone slammed it behind them.

When he opened the door to his SUV, she flinched away from his leather seats. “My pants.”

Where had he put those extra T-shirts? Trunk? No, backseat. He spread them over the leather and let her climb in gingerly.

He got behind the wheel. “Home?”

“Blossom Hill and 85.” She sat with eyes closed.

The tears spilled down her face. She wouldn’t open her eyes. He wondered if she wanted to shut out the world.

Somehow he knew it wasn’t sickness. Her entire body had seemed to shrivel where she sat. How many people had ever seen her weak and vulnerable? Her hand clutched the door handle, knuckles white.

Some knight you are. Catching her at her worst. I’m sure she’s thrilled about that. He caught the tremble in her lower lip before she drew them tight.

“It’s okay. I’ll take back roads and drive slow.”

A small smile appeared on her face. His heart expanded.

He punched it down immediately. Dummy. She was Trish’s cousin and a Christian. Wasn’t Trish’s hypocrisy enough?

“Drmmmnn.”

“What?”

She reached down for her backpack purse at her feet. “Drm-mmnn.” She fumbled inside, then pulled out a foil packet of tablets.

Lex looked at him, finally, as she held out the packet. Her bleary gaze captured his eyes, pleading, but somehow calm. Trusting.

He pulled over and took the medicine from her. “Dramamine?”

He popped out an orange tablet.

“For the nausea.” She bit down on the tablet, then pulled a bottle of water out of her purse.

Aiden drove on, listening to her directions. Her voice started to slur, her eyes drooping with sleepiness. “It’s the medicine. Makes me tired.” She yawned. “Follow Santa Teresa all the way down. A few miles.” She sighed. Then sighed again. “I’m so sorry, Aiden.”

Knight in Shining Armor. “It’s okay.”

“I’m so glad you came.”

“Well, I needed my phone.”

“Forgot about that. You’re so nice to come pick it up.” She yawned with a little sound at the back of her throat. “You don’t make me feel bad. Not like those girls.”

“They made you feel bad?” He shouldn’t be encouraging her to talk, not with her disoriented like this.

She snuggled back into the leather seat, eyes closed. “They snipe. You don’t. You don’t fuss either.”

She fell into a restless doze. She roused with a slurred, “Wedding cake.”

“Dreaming about a wedding?”

She smiled but didn’t open her eyes. “Mm-hm. You’re not a bad guy.”

“I’m glad you think that.”

“Really. I could like you.” She turned her head toward the window and sank deeper into the seat.

“Huh?”

She gave an enormous yawn and mumbled something that sounded like, “Will you marry me and save me from Grandma?”

He jerked the wheel back before he crashed the truck.

For the first time in weeks, Trish had come to church. Lex had come alone, not expecting her cousin to show up, but then Trish had slipped into a seat at the back about twenty minutes late.

Lex fidgeted in her pew, craning her neck to make sure Trish didn’t slip out before the worship leader finished the closing prayer.

“Amen.”

Lex shot out of her seat and scurried toward the back of the church. Trish had already slipped out the door.

If Trish had been at Mariko’s shower, Lex wouldn’t have said whatever she said to Aiden to make him unceremoniously dump her at her front door and sprint away. She had been so sleepy from the Dramamine, she couldn’t remember. At least she’d remembered to go with Dad and get her car back from Mariko’s house.

“Lex.”

She skidded to a halt and turned around. “Venus. You didn’t go to your church today?” Venus had switched from Lex’s church after one too many of the single guys had been too persistent in their attention.

“No, I came here. I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” Lex saw Trish duck into the women’s room. Good. She had time to talk to Venus.

“I heard about the bridal shower.”

A low moan rumbled out of her throat. “Let’s not go there.”

“How about a detox mud wrap?”

“Huh?” Lex frowned. “My stomach is still sensitive, Venus.”

“No, dummy, a detoxifying skin treatment. It’s at Belview Spa.”

“I don’t think my skin’s that important.”

“It’s to relax, idiot.”

“Oooh. Wow, that’s nice of you, Venus.” She saw Trish exit the women’s restroom. “Hang on, I need to talk to Trish. Trish!”

Her cousin didn’t turn around. She raced out of the building as if Mrs. Cathcart was chasing after her, asking her to teach Sunday school. Lex detoured around a few clusters of people chatting, then followed Trish out the door.

She stumbled out into the parking lot in time to see Trish nip into a cherry-red Mazda convertible with a slick Asian man at the wheel. They peeled out of the church lot.

Left behind. A hollowness ached in her stomach. Trish had never run away from Lex before. Why would she not want to be with her?

“Was that her boyfriend?” Venus’s heels clunked against the blacktop.

“I guess.” Lex couldn’t hide the soft snuffle as she cleared her nose. “She didn’t want to talk to me.”

“Her loss. Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Come on.” Venus walked toward her car, a silver convertible. “I’m driving.”