The closer to the time to leave, the more sure Tate was that he had a fever. His head hurt, and he knew he needed to stay home. With Luke. They were probably both contagious.
Besides, Kim always wanted the opportunity to fill in for him. This would be his big chance. Julie would let him, too. She always favored Kim.
They could stay home. Luke could give him sponge baths and spoon feed him. Every time he had to take bitter medicine, Luke could kiss him to sweeten the moment.
By the end of a nice long quarantine, they would be husband and husband. Happily ever after wasn't just for fairy tales.
Only the phone kept ringing, and it was always Kim.
"What this time?"
"Tate, I'm on the way to pick you up. Want me to come up and help with your luggage?"
"No!"
