got good and hot.
Perhaps the test Dr. Marsh was giving her this afternoon would provide the answer. A dozen horrible scenarios flashed through her mind, everything from cancer to the brain tumor the doctor had mentioned.
She had to find out. Then again, maybe she didnât want to know.
Julie washed her hair, grateful for the soothing feel of the water running over her scalp. She shaved her legs, lathered her breasts and belly, then moved lower. She felt a twinge as her hand brushed sensitive flesh. It had been so long. Three years since she had been with a man.
Not like Laura. Laura had to have a man, needed one like people need to breathe. And her sleek modelâs figure and glorious long blond hair made attracting them easy. But Julie wanted more from a relationship than just a sexual fling, and if she couldnât have it she was happy to do without.
She stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel. Her head still throbbed and her hands were a bit unsteady, but her strength had begun to return. Maybe the headaches would disappear as quickly as they had started. She hoped so. With her worry for Laura, the problems she was facing at work, and her burgeoning expenses, she had enough problems already.
She sighed as she walked to the closet and slid open the mirrored doors. Her beige suit would do. She wasnât in the mood for anything but plain-and-simple. She took her time dressing. Her muscles ached and she still felt a little bit shaky. As soon as she stepped into her matching leather pumps, she made her way to the guest room in search of Laura, but her sister wasnât there.
The guest room looked a shambles. The bed was unmade, the sheets thrashed off haphazardly, the bright-colored quilt shoved carelessly onto the floor. Julie crossed to the closed bathroom door.
âLaura, are you in there? Are you all right?â
âI-Iâm fine,â she answered through the door. âIâll be out in just a minute.â
When Laura finally appeared, Julie was stunned at the sight of her sisterâs pale, haggard face, at the faint purple smudges beneath her brown eyes and the sunken hollows in her cheeks. âMy God, are you sick? You should have said something.â She set her palm on Lauraâs forehead, checking for any sign of temperature, but the skin felt cold and slightly damp instead of warm, as she had expected. âGet back in bed. Iâll go down and get you something to eat.â
âI-Iâm all right, Julie. Iâm just a little tired is all.â
âYou look like youâre a lot more than tired. Maybe youâve got the flu or something.â
âMaybe. Thatâs kind of the way it feels.â A hint of embarrassed color rose into her ashen cheeks. âI-I was bleeding this morningâ¦from inside. It wasnât much, just a trace or two. You donât think itâs anything serious, do you?â
âI-I donât know. Has it happened before?â
âOnly once. The morning after we suntanned in the cove on the beach.â
âI think weâd better have Dr. Marsh take a look at you. I have to go in for a few more tests this afternoon. You can come with me.â
âYouâre still having those headaches?â
âBad one last night. I finally took some sleeping pills and eventually fell asleep. I must have slept pretty hard once I did.â
Laura frowned. âI had a terrible dream last night. I canât remember it now, but I remember at the time it was really scary.â
âIt probably is the flu. Youâd better stay here through the weekend, at least untilââ
âNo! I-I donât want to stay here. As a matter of fact, Iâm going home this afternoon. Iâll feel better sleeping in my own bed. Thatâs probably all thatâs wrong with me. Too much dampness in the air.â
âI donât know, Laura. Dr. Heraldson thought staying here was a good idea. And now