QUOTE : You okay, Rach?” “Ugh.” “I’ll take that as a no,” he murmured, and bit back a smile when he saw the roll of toilet paper I was carrying with me. “Do you have the flu?” I shook my head and flopped down on the couch dramatically. “Whachoo want?” Walking quickly over to me, he knelt down and put the back of his hand to my forehead. I swatted at it but he held down my hands and tried to decide if I had a fever. “You just have a cold then?” “Allergies. Stupid mold or cedar or . . . air.” “Have you taken anything?” “Nope. Juss woke up. Cantchoo tell?” I waved a hand over my pajama-covered body and wiped my tears away. He smiled softly and stood up. “You still look beautiful. Let me find you something to take.” I wanted to have an aww moment, but just then I started in on a string of sneezes. “Only six sneezes?” Kash called from the kitchen. “Come on, Rach. You’re slacking. Next time go for eight at least.” I