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She walks to the counter to grab a stool but she stumbles and suddenly looks like she’s going to faint.  I reach out to steady her.
     
    Tabitha also comes to her side.  “Alita, are you well?”
     
    Putting her hand to her head, Alita says, “I am fine.  I seem to have quite the headache coming on, though.”
     
    Tabitha turns to my cousin.  “Kegan, help Alita upstairs so she can rest.  I do not want her walking home if she is ill.”
     
    Alita nods her consent and steps back towards the door.  “Thank…aaah!”  Both of her hands fly to her head now and she drops to her knees.  This is strange.  Alita has never been prone to headaches.  Maybe she has a bad case of the flu?
     
    Grandmother looks worried as well.  “What is it child?”
     
    “My head,” Alita says between clenched jaws.  “I have never felt a pain like this.”
     
    Kegan is by her side now and he scoops her up into his arms.  Something they would both enjoy if the circumstances were different.  I am tempted to say this aloud but I bite my tongue out of respect for Alita’s pain. 
     
    “I’ll go with them,” Tabitha says to Grandmother as she starts to follow.  Grandmother gives her an appreciative nod.
     
    “Should I come?” Xandra asks.  Over my dead body.
     
    Thankfully, Tabitha shakes her head.  “It is probably just a migraine.  If it is any more serious than that, I will call for you.”
     
    “Perhaps I should lie down as well,” Barb says.  “I’m also starting to feel a headache coming on.”  Funny, she does not look like her head hurts.  She has been babbling on to Xandra for the last twenty minutes seeming to not have a care in the world.  I bet not even showing remorse for her actions, or offering up an apology or a thank you.
     
    “Do you need help finding your way back to your room?”  Xandra asks. 
     
    Say no.  Please.  I am willing to beg at the moment.  Barb shakes her head.  “No, I will find my way back.” 
     
    Grandmother gives Xandra an assessing glance.  “You look quite tired yourself.  Perhaps you should rest until dinner.”  To me, she says, “Peacefully.”
     
    Xandra’s face flushes but I do my best to put on a convincingly innocent expression.  “Of course.”   She is not buying it but she does not say anything more.
     
    Time to make our escape.  I grab Xandra’s hand and pull her from the room before anyone else can say a word.  I pull her up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom.  Wrenching the door open, I lock it as soon as we are inside.  And finally, she is in my arms.  With no one else to distract her.  Our lips meet in an explosion of passion.  Every ounce of worry that I felt over the past day and a half is poured into this kiss.  A deep moan in her throat makes me want to kiss her harder. 
     
    “Do not make me worry like that again,” I say against her lips as we gasp for breath.
     
    She smiles.  “I’ll try, but I can’t make guarantees.” 
     
    Oh, that was the wrong answer.  I scoop her up as she laughs and bring her to the bed.  Letting her drop down, I kneel over her.  “Then I guess I will have to make it difficult for you to be away from me.” 
     
    I lower my lips to hers and kiss her again until she absolutely needs oxygen.  Her arms are around my neck and she is trying to pull my body down on top of hers.  Tempting, but I think she needs to be teased a little.  After all, she teased me. 
     
    Xandra moans in frustration and pulls her lips from mine.  “You’re being mean.”
     
    I laugh.  God, I love that she wants me as much as I want her.  “I am kissing you; quite thoroughly, I thought.  That does not seem mean to me.”
     
    She glares at me.  “Very funny.”
     
    In one smooth motion, I roll us on the bed until she is on top of me.  Xandra squeals in surprise.  “Is this better?”
     
    That is a very happy smile on her face.  “Much.”  It is her turn to capture my lips