Halfway through dinner, amid the friendly chatter and clinking of forks against plates, my stomach flipped with sudden nausea, forcing me to pause. I couldn’t take another bite without being sick.

Of course, Ace instantly noticed my change in demeanor. His gaze traveled from the food on my plate to my face.

He had this weird thing about making sure I got enough to eat. Ever since we were kids, he loved making food for me and taking me out for meals.

I ignored him and focused on my breathing while I tried to get my rolling stomach under control. It was so strange. I had never gotten sick in...