“You can’t kiss me right now,” she blurts out. “Why not?” “Because I’m sick, and the last thing Lola and I need is for you to catch it. I suspect that you’d be a challenging patient, and I refuse to deal with your grumpiness when you’re stuck in bed for days.” She shivers at the thought. I chuckle softly. She has a point. When I’m sick, I do have a tendency to be more irritable. I lean in to press a kiss on her forehead. “I guess that will have to do for now. I want you to know that I do like you, sunshine.” “I like you too, Dylan,”
