Finding Forgiveness: Poconos Pack, Book 1 by Dana Marie Bell

the initial dose of Imitrex, but I was wondering when he should get the next one? I didn’t want to ask him, since the first one made him fall asleep.”
    “Hmm. You’re mated?”
    Ben crossed his fingers. “Yes.”
    “Good. The dose I gave him is the strongest they make. You can give him a second pill in two hours, but that’s it. No more after that. If the migraine doesn’t go away you’ll have to deal with it, unfortunately.”
    “Shit. Okay. Will do. Is there anything else I can do to try and stop it? We’re on vacation, celebrating our mating, and I’d hate for Dave to miss out.”
    “Congratulations.”
    Ben almost felt guilty. “Thanks.”
    “Pick up some Excedrin Migraine. That will help. Not too much of that, either, it’s got caffeine in it. Too much caffeine can make the migraine worse.”
    Ben got up, ready to scratch the coffee off the morning breakfast list.
    “But don’t cut the caffeine out altogether. A little helps push the medicine through his system and can ease the symptoms.”
    Ben sat back down, grateful he didn’t have to give up his black gold. “Thanks, Doc. Anything else I need to know?”
    “Yup. If he’s vomiting for more than an hour or the symptoms become truly severe, take him to the hospital. He’ll need to be admitted.”
    Ben nodded, forgetting the doctor couldn’t see it. “Thanks, Doc.”
    “You’re welcome. And Ben?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Take care of him.”
    “I will. I promise.”
    Ben hung up the phone and prepared himself for a long night.
     
    Someone was snoring. Loudly.
    Dave opened his eyes and looked around at the unfamiliar room. Dark walls, soft bed, Ben Malone stretched out next to him and snor—
    Wait. What?
    Dave reached over and pinched himself. Yup, it hurt. So either his mate dreams had become incredibly realistic, or Ben was really lying next to him. In a bed.
    Fully clothed.
    Dave shimmied to the edge of the bed and rolled off. A quick glance showed him the bathroom, and he made quick use of it, startled to see his own brushes and things right next to Ben’s. A thrill went through him at the thought of his toothbrush snuggling up next to the Marshall’s.
    He shook his head. This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.
    He tiptoed into the living room and headed right for the coffee maker. He needed caffeine to sort this all out, and he needed it now.
    On the counter next to the coffee maker was his Imitrex. Suddenly, the day before came rushing back. Splash Mountain. Ben’s jealousy over Charlie. The T-shirt. Max and Emma’s wedding, and Dave in white tulle. Finding out it wasn’t a dream. He took a deep breath and leaned against the counter, staring at that box and trying to calm himself. He couldn’t risk reactivating the migraine. Not now.
    Not when his dream was so close to being reality.
    Ben had taken care of him last night. He’d been everything Dave had always dreamed he’d be: loving, attentive, caring of his mate’s needs.
    Am I sure I’m not dreaming?
    “Morning.”
    Dave was very proud of the fact that he didn’t jump. “Morning.” He pushed himself up and turned to face his mate. “How’d you sleep?”
    God, the man looked gorgeous in the morning. His hair was sleep-tousled, his eyes drowsy. Stubble highlighted his strong jaw. Ben’s brows rose. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Ben stretched, tightening the fabric of the T-shirt against his chest.
    Dave shrugged, uncomfortable now that he knew this was really happening. How did he handle…? Dave blinked.
    Ben was still wearing the T-shirt. From the scent, he’d slept in it. Every time he moved their combined scents drifted to Dave. It was as if he’d marked the man without laying a fang on him.
    Ben’s smile was knowing as he stepped around Dave. “Coffee?”
    “Dear God in heaven, yes.”
    Ben laughed, but before he could start making the coffee there was a knock at the front door. “Room service!”
    Ben let the waiter in. The man quickly deposited the food,