Read Online Caught in the Undertow (Hawaiian Crush #6) by E. L. Todd - Free Book Online

pulled her shirt off.
    “Coen—”
    He picked her up and carried her to the bed, placing her under the covers. He pulled off her shorts and tucked her in. “You aren’t going to school. Bedrest for a few days.”
    “Coen, I have class and work to do.”
    “I’ll get your notes,” he snapped. “You’re staying in bed.”
    She sighed. “I hate lying in bed.”
    “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t push it so hard.”
    Sydney sighed. “Can you get my books and laptop?”
    “You aren’t studying.”
    She raised an eyebrow. “Then what the hell am I supposed to do?”
    “Rest,” he snapped. He grabbed the remote and placed it on the nightstand. Then he removed his clothes and came to bed beside her.
    “Coen, you need to go to school.”
    “I’m taking care of you.”
    “I’ll be fine.”
    “Why do you always argue with me?” he said, staring her down.
    “I don’t want you to miss class.”
    “Who cares?” he said. “School is important, but other things are a lot more important. I’m not leaving my wife while she’s unwell. That’s much more important to me.”
    Her eyes softened. “You’re such a good husband.”
    He smiled. “Thank you for finally acknowledging it.”
    She turned on her side and hugged his waist.
    “I’ll go by the school and get your notes,” he said.
    “Thank you.”
    “Now get some sleep.”
    She took a deep breath. “I’m so tired.”
    He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’ll make you some breakfast when you wake up.”
    Sydney hugged him tightly then fell asleep. When she woke up, she heard voices in the living room. It sounded like her friends had arrived. “Coen?”
    The door opened and he came inside. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
    “I’m okay,” she said. “Who’s here?”
    “Everyone,” he said. “They wanted to check on you.”
    “Well, that was sweet.”
    “And my mom made you soup.”
    “Awe.”
    “My mom never made me soup when I was sick,” Coen said. “She loves you more than she ever loved me.”
    Sydney smiled. “You know that isn’t true.”
    “No, it is true,” he said. “But I’m okay with that.”
    “Did you get my notes?”
    “Yep. Everyone got them together.”
    There was a knock on the door.
    “Can we come in?” Nancy asked.
    “It’s open,” Coen said.
    They came into the room and approached the bed.
    “You have pneumonia?” Derek asked incredulously. “Is it contagious…?”
    Sydney smiled. “Give me a hug and we’ll find out.”
    “I’m good,” Derek said, taking a step back.
    Nancy came to her side. “How are you feeling?”
    “Tired,” Sydney answered. “And my chest hurts.”
    “Can I get you anything?” she asked.
    “No, thank you,” Sydney said.
    Thatcher came beside Nancy. “It’s a good thing Coen took you to the hospital. He’s a good man.”
    Sydney nodded. “He is.”
    “It would n’t hurt to say it once in a while,” Coen said.
    Sydney rolled her eyes.
    Henry sat on the bed beside her and held her hand. “Are you going to take it easy from now on?”
    “Now you guys are just ganging up on me,” Sydney said.
    “Well, Coen was right. You were doing too much,” Henry said.
    “There’s no proof to indicate that’s what caused this,” Sydney said.
    All of her friends glared at her.
    “Okay, it probably did cause it,” Sydney said.
    “You should listen to your husband more often,” Nancy said. “He’s just looking out for you.”
    “Did he pay you to say all of this?” Sydney asked.
    Derek laughed. “No.” He held a folder and dropped it on the bed. “Here are your notes. All of your professors were worried about you, the girl who never misses a class. Their first assumption was you died.”
    Sydney chuckled, but her laughter turned into a deep cough.
    “Gross,” Derek whispered.
    “Thanks,” Sydney said.
    “I hope Paola never gets sick like that.”
    Paola looked at him. “If I do , you better take care of me.”
    “Baby, you know I’d