He was right. I’d rather be writing another book.
“But the story—”
He cut me off before I could finish. “Is not real. Tell me that you understand.”
Ugh.
“It’s not real.” But it’d felt real at the time and now I knew I wasn’t crazy. “You have to remember the dishes and the books and the statues.”
There was probably other weird stuff I hadn’t noticed, but I didn’t think the list needed to be any longer to make my point.
Yep, he frowned.
And sighed.
“Alright, let’s pack a bag for you.” Rohan looked around the room. “I haven’t run into a suitcase yet and now I’m finding that weird.”
Huh?
“Did the monster under my bed steal it?” I knew I had at least one. “I went to a book convention a few months ago. I know I brought clothes to that and Lori wouldn’t have let me use garbage bags.”
Rohan cocked his head as his gaze turned back to me. “Your logic is fascinating.”
“Thanks?” That’d been a good thing, right?
“You’re welcome.” His expression was so neutral, I still couldn’t tell how to take it. “First question, is there a chance your suitcase is still in your car?”
Oh, that was a good one.
“No.” I could answer that. “Because I would’ve had my toiletries in the suitcase and I’ve used my toothbrush since then.”
Whew.
I wasn’t sure how long clothes could stay in a car trunk but it probably wasn’t as long as I thought.
“Knox.” Rohan shook his head but he was smiling, so I didn’t have to worry. “Okay, that’s one thing off the list.”
There were probably still a thousand options left, though.
Rohan knew how to ask really good questions. “Where have you put suitcases in the past?”
“Um.” I could do this. I’d put them in lots of places. “Under beds. In that weird closet under the stairs. In the attic. In the pantry, and oh, one time in the garage, but that didn’t work out because spiders live there.”
That’d been a fucking mess and I’d ended up throwing out that suitcase.
Rohan let out a deep breath. “I’m not handling spiders, Knox. Fair warning. But I will handle mice and other crawly bugs.”
Thank God.
“I don’t have bugs.” I paid through the nose numerous times a year to be able to say that confidently.
“I’m very glad to hear that.” Not quite laughing, Rohan was giving me a look like he thought I was ridiculous. “We’re going to start by you looking under the guest bed and I’m going to see if I can find the closet under the stairs because I haven’t seen what you’ve hidden in there.”
“Nothing.” I hadn’t been able to reach it with everything piled up in the foyer. “It should be empty. And since you’ve done an amazing job on the kitchen, we know it’s not there.”
I had very nice countertops.
Who knew?
