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Chapter 40

Emmy

I was waiting up all night to hear that Eoghan got to Prague, but we still had another hour or two before it would happen.

Although, the day was catching up to me, and as much as I wanted to wait for him, I couldn't. The last thing that I needed was for me to get sick. I had too many clients who depended on me, and on top of that, I really didn't want to contact Logan Peterson just because I was fatigued.

I didn't understand why Eoghan kept insisting that I contact Logan. First off, I barely knew Logan, and he was technically one of my bosses, although I'd never seen him at my office. It seemed wrong to contact him just because he was a werewolf that Eoghan trusted. From my understanding, Logan was in and out of town a lot.

Hell, he might even be going to Prague to support the team.

But what other werewolves did I know if I needed help immediately?

None.

But first things first, I needed to sleep and try to avoid getting sick in the first place.

Instead of busying myself by writing patient notes, I dragged my ass to the bathroom. I reached into the medicine cabinet and downed some zinc, vitamin C and airborne. Might as well, to boost my immune system before I did the obligatory nighttime routine.

I pulled on one of Eoghan's shirts. Just smelling his musk on the shirt made me feel much better.

I collapsed onto my bed and cuddled his pillow.

I missed my man. According to his travel schedule, this was one of the worst trips, but at least he was going to have a home stand after, and I’d get him home for a bit.

Waking up three hours later, I felt ten times worse than I did the night before.

Damn it.

That meant I needed to call out of work. I really hated doing that, but that was the easier of the two calls. I really didn't want to call Logan.

Theoretically, I could decide not to call Logan even though I promised Eoghan I would if I ran into trouble.

Pressure built within my chest, which felt weird. Normally, if I was getting a chest cold, it would feel like a weight was on my chest and it would just push on me. In some ways, it was as if my heart was breaking.

I scooped some water into my mouth from the tap. The water helped to give me some energy, but that was about it. It did nothing to help with the chest pressure.

My phone chimed from the bedroom.

I forced myself to go back to the bedroom. I answered it on the fourth ring and collapsed on the bed. "Hello."

"Please tell me you called Logan." Eoghan croaked out.

I closed my eyes and said, "I just woke up and got a drink of water. I haven't had time. I'm not hanging up to call him either."

Eoghan just sighed, as if I was being a petulant child. In some ways, I was, but who could blame me? Talking to the love of my life versus some guy that I barely knew, the call was simple. I wanted to talk to my boyfriend.

"We're both sick. It's only going to get worse. I can't lose you."

Then the line went dead.

I stared at my phone incredulously. He seriously hung up on me. Why the hell did he hang up on me?

I was about to dial his number again but I just laid back on his bed, snuggling up in his smell. I was just too tired to do anything else and gave into sleep. Dreaming of him.