She found him in the kitchen rearranging the disposable plastic containers while Holly sat, phone in hand, beside him on the floor. He squealed and dived for Susannah’s leg, and she picked him up and held him tight as he burst into tears. Susannah’s eyes welled, too. “I missed you so much, little man.” She pressed her lips to his forehead, delighted his fever was gone. “I swear he was fine until this very second,” Holly said. “I believe you, but it’s good to know he missed me. Thank you so much for taking care of him. I owe you margaritas for life for this.” “It was fun, but can you make the first margarita now?” Holly stood to give her a hug. When she pulled away, she wrinkled her nose. “Maybe you should shower first.” “An excellent idea.” She avoided Holly’s gaze. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into playing babysitter for another fifteen minutes while I take a quick rinse?”
