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“Sometimes, when it comes to men and their logic, you don’t have to question why God made them help mates.”
“Clearly.”
“That woman needs to be thrown under the jail. She called Anthony a gimp.”
“A gimp? Who the fuck says that? I want to run up on her so bad. Thank you for calling and telling me what was up. Jonathan had me in the dark.”
“No problem. If it were Anthony, I’d want you to do the same for me.”
“If it’s not too much to ask, can you please tell Jonathan I’m concerned and would love it if he came home?”
“Wow…you’re reacting better than I thought you would.”
I cracked a tight smile. “Trust me. I’m fuming on the inside, but I’m not trying to end up in the cell next to Eliza.”
“That would be awful. We would have to cancel our spa day tomorrow.”
No way am I missing that. I’m not going to jail behind Eliza. As far as I’m concerned, she’s Jonathan’s problem.
“I’m not missing that for the world. Tell Jonathan I’m headed to bed, and I’ll see him in the morning.”
The line fell silent until Simone said, “You’re not going to bed, are you?”
“Hell nah. I’ll be waiting in his room in the dark with a cigarette.”
“I expected nothing less,” Simone laughed. We chatted for a few minutes about my upcoming date with Jonathan. “You’re so romantic, Kierra,” Simone sighed.
“You think so?”
“He might propose to you on the spot.”
“Geez, I hope not. It hasn’t been that long since me and Kiyah moved in, he has baby mama drama out the ass, and I’d like to get through my first holidays without Rory in one piece,” I confessed, dropping down onto the bed.
“That’s right,” Simone whispered.
“I spoke with my therapist today, and she told me that despite me finally accepting Rory’s death, my grief might hit me out of nowhere and that it was okay because bereavement is a process, not a race.”
“She’s right. Don’t be afraid of reaching out if you need anything, even if you want to cry with someone in the room. Maybe you should talk to Anthony when you come over for your investment meeting tomorrow.”
“W-would he be okay with that? I don’t want to upset him.”
“He’s fine with it,” Simone insisted.
“Okay…thank you.”
“No problem. Jonathan should be home soon.”
Eliza must’ve knocked the common sense out of Jonathan if he thought he could avoid me.
* * *
I was curled up with a pillow, watchingLupin,when I heard the alarm system disengage. I rolled my eyes, picturing Jonathan tiptoeing up the stairs, hoping to not wake us. I waited a few minutes before padding to his bedroom. I was relieved to hear the shower running and planted myself at the foot of the bed. Ten minutes passed before Jonathan left the bathroom, bringing his warm, masculine scent and the billowing steam from the shower with him.
I may or may not have licked my bottom lip when he walked past me in nothing but a towel. The print was printing! Stop it, Kierra. This man looks like Freddy Krueger had a go at him. Focus!
“I didn’t expect you to be awake,” he mumbled.
“I gathered that when you stayed out late and was skulking around in the dark.”
