He grinned. “What? You didn’t think cowboys could bake and cook?”
“What? No, that’s not it,” she said hastily.
His grin widened.
“Okay, maybe I did think that. Sorry.”
He shrugged and grabbed a plate, putting a sandwich, some salad and some of the sliced veggies on it. Then he handed it over to her. She took hold of it.
“My nana taught me how to cook and bake. I don’t always have much time for it, but I enjoy it.”
“But you must have gotten up early to make all this?”
He shrugged. “I’m an early riser.”
Even after being at a wedding the night before? The thought of him making all this for her flooded her with happiness. If he was willing to do this for a friend, what would he do for a girlfriend? He filled his own plate then nodded to her. “Eat.”
“Oh, I can’t.”
“What? Why not?” He frowned.
“I have to umm, do something, first.”
Shoot.
Just tell him. You have no reason to be ashamed.
But when she’d told people in the past, she’d had mixed reactions. From people telling her that she needed to cut all sugar from her diet, to explaining that she should exercise more. On the other side of the coin, there were people that were completely uninterested.
“Do something first?” His face cleared. “You’ve got to pee? You’ll have to go behind a bush.”
“What?” Pee? Oh crap. She hadn’t thought about that. There were no toilets out here. And now that he’d mentioned it . . .
Nope. No way. Not happening. She wasn’t peeing behind a bush. That sounded horrible.
You are a total city person, aren’t you?
One worry at a time.
“No, I don’t have to pee. Thank God.”
“Then what’s wrong?” His eyebrows rose. “Do you have to—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there because I’m not sure what other bodily function you’re going to come up with next. No, uh, here’s the thing. I have to check my blood sugar level. I can just turn my back so you don’t see me do it.”
“Your blood sugar level? You’re diabetic?”
“Yep, Type One.”
“Why didn’t you say anything? Check it. Wait, why would you turn your back?”
“Some people don’t like to watch when I prick my finger.”
“A bit of blood doesn’t worry me,” he told her dryly. Although he was frowning slightly. She wasn’t sure what to make of that. Was he upset that she was a diabetic?
She took out the monitor and lancet device. She pricked her finger then placed the drop of blood on the new test strip in the blood glucose monitor.
“What did it say?” he asked.