The green tea she'd wolfed back did nothing to calm her stomach. Straddling the toilet, she promised to never eat there again. Her stomach cramped in agreement at the memory. "Ugh," she moaned as she leaned her head against the stall door. She was thankful Jaxon had a great cleaning staff; otherwise, it could be a whole lot worse. The smell of pine actually helped to soothe her stomach. "Who's that? Are you okay?" The question was filled with curiosity, more than concern. Go away! "I'm fine." "Darling?" She stood and flushed the toilet. Wiping her mouth with a huge wad of tissue because the freaking roll wouldn't stop, she tossed it into a nearby garbage can as she focused and eased to the sink on wobbly legs. "Barbara, I'm fine. Thanks." Darling didn't have to look at Barbara to know that her eyes scanned her whole body. She could feel it. "What's wrong with you? Are you contagious?" Barbara's eyes drilled her as she took a few steps backwards.
