come to before the paramedics arrived, but by the hard glint in Ruby’s eyes Sapphie had known her number was up and she couldn’t fool anyone any longer.
The paramedics might have pronounced her vital signs to be sound, but that hadn’t stopped Ruby badgering her into a doctor’s visit and a thorough physical.
Sapphie had barely got through the preliminaries before admitting defeat. Her body simply hadn’t been holding up under the pressure she was placing on it.
If Ruby’s scathing scolding hadn’t convinced her to take three months off and check into a health spa the doc would have.
The moment she’d heard the long-term repercussions of CFS she’d booked a place at Tenang ASAP. Ongoing joint pain, visual disturbances, recurring sore throats, chronic cough, chest pain, allergies, depression…She’d asked the doc to stop around then, wishing she hadn’t been so stubborn in shouldering Seaborns without real help.
She’d had a lucky escape, had listened to her body’s symptoms in time, but every morning when she woke she experienced a moment of fleeting panic that maybe she wasn’t as strong as she thought she was.
She went through the same daily routine now: deep breaths, ten in total, pushing her abdomen out, filling her lungs. Followed by pointing her toes towards the end of the bed five times, contracting her leg muscles. Bicycling in the air, loosening up her back. A few gentle reps of abdominal curls, finished with a hands-overhead stretch from top to bottom.
It had become a ritual, a way of ensuring her muscles woke slowly before she actually got out of bed, a way of caring for them when she hadn’t before.
The regular meditation and yoga sessions had helped her reconnect with her body too, and she actually looked forward to the muscle-twanging stretches and peaceful interludes within a busy day.
As for her diet, she’d ditched the caffeine, always managed to scrounge three small protein-rich meals a day and drank her weight in filtered water.
She needed her body in tip-top working order, and making Seaborns successful now had more to do with proving that her physical strength hadn’t diminished as keeping a promise to her mum before she’d died.
Ruby patted the sofa next to her. ‘Take a seat and tell us everything.’
Where should Sapphie start? The part where Patrick had kissed her again and she’d let him? Or the part where they almost needed a force field to keep them from ripping each other’s clothes off whenever they got within two feet?
That meeting in his office had been horrendous—much worse than she’d anticipated. Not on any professional level, he’d seriously impressed her there, but for the simple fact she couldn’t explain where the heady sexual tension had sprung from.
If she’d had to deal with that during Year 12 she would’ve failed Biology for sure.
He wasn’t helping matters either, playing up to it. Not that she should be surprised. It was what he did.
But her reaction…The flushed skin, the sweaty palms, the buzz thrumming her body…Inexplicable.
She couldn’t afford to be attracted to Patrick—not when they’d be working on this campaign together.
Try telling that to her body.
And that was what bugged her the most. She’d been going to great lengths to take care of her body yet in one hour he’d managed to make her feel alive in a way she hadn’t for a long time.
She could put it down to endorphins, the euphoria associated with nailing her presentation, but what was the point in lying?
Her body had hummed because it strained to be naked with Patrick’s, endorphins or not.
‘There’s not much to tell,’ Sapphie said, hoping her cheeks wouldn’t show a betraying blush.
‘Yeah, and I’m about to abseil down the Eureka Towers wearing nothing but a tiara,’ Ruby said, shaking her head. ‘You know we’ll make it up if you don’t tell us.’
Sapphie settled for the abridged version.
‘Patrick came up with the idea of old Hollywood glamour as the lynchpin of his Fashion Week show.’ She cradled her tea, the warmth a welcome infusion for her icy hands. They matched her cold feet after spending too many hours one-on-one with the guy who made her body hum just by being near him. ‘I think it’s fantastic.’
‘Sure is.’
Opal slid the plate of Tim Tams across to her and Sapphie took two, demolishing the first before the chocolate oozed onto her fingers.
‘This is going to gain recognition for Seaborns overseas. I just know it.’
‘Great going.’ Ruby nudged her with an elbow. ‘Now tell us the rest.’
Opal stifled a giggle and Sapphie glared at her sister. ‘What have you been saying?’
‘Nothing.’
Ruby’s deliberately wide eyes and faux innocent smile wouldn’t have fooled anyone. ‘When our lovely cuz was helping me do inventory I happened to mention the way Patrick looked at you yesterday.’ Ruby pointed at Opal. ‘Not my fault if she jumps to conclusions.’
Opal snorted. ‘If memory serves correctly, you were the one waxing lyrical about Saph “needing to get some” and Patrick being “ just the guy to give it to her”.’
Sapphie glared at Ruby. ‘Tell me you didn’t say that.’
‘Okay, then, I won’t tell you.’ Ruby winked and crammed another Tim Tam into her mouth while Sapphie resisted the urge to bury her face in the nearest cushion to hide any incriminating blushes.
Opal studied her over her skinny latte before placing the coffee glass on the table. ‘We looked him up Saph, and I have to say he’s incredibly hot. If he’s half as good in person as he is on screen…’
Great. Just what she needed. Her cousin and her sister joining forces in trying to get her laid.
‘I used to dissect frogs with the guy. It kinda takes the shine away.’
‘Bull—’ Ruby covered the rest of her declaration with a fake sneeze. ‘I saw the way you looked yesterday after he’d dropped around.’
‘Tired and frazzled?’
Ruby made a buzzing sound. ‘Incorrect. Try perky and glowing.’
‘You’re full of it,’ Sapphie said, glancing at Opal for support.
She shrugged and picked up her coffee to hide a burgeoning grin.
‘Okay, then, let’s look at this rationally.’ Ruby elbowed her. ‘You’ve been recuperating for months, and for half a year before that you were steadily driving yourself into the ground— which is why you almost ended up with severe chronic fatigue syndrome.’
Sapphie opened her mouth to respond but Ruby held up her hand.
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