He frowned. Was she coming down with a bug? Thinking back, she'd been fine before she'd gone out to get their lunch. Sunny, bright and smiling. Cheerful. As beautiful as she always was. It scared the shit out of him just how dependent he'd become on her presence in his office. How integral a part of his day she was. Most people needed coffee in the mornings. He just needed Mia.
As he leaned closer to her, intending to feel her for signs of fever, he saw that her eyes were red and puffy and blotchy. As if she'd been…crying. What the hell?
What could have happened? What wasn't she telling him? He was tempted to wake her and demand to know what the hell was wrong, but he didn't want to disturb her. She looked tired. Deep shadows rested underneath her eyes. Had she looked this tired the night before? Had he been too hard on her? Too demanding? Was he the reason she was sick?
