“Mom would have a fit if I were out of her sight for a whole weekend,” I say dryly.
That gets another chuckle out of her. “I suppose you’re not wrong.”
I lean back in my desk chair. “Though it would be nice to be alone for a few days. No hovering.”
“Yeah,” she agrees. “You should go. Can you handle the drive?”
“It’s about three hours. Probably more than the docs would like, but I’d be fine.”
“You should follow what your doctor says,” Angie says.
“Yeah, I should, I suppose. But now that you mention it, the cabin sounds great.” I check my watch. “If I leave now, I’ll make it before dinnertime. I’ll have to go home and grab some stuff.”
“Would you do me a favor?”
“Sure.”
“If you go, text me when you arrive safely. I can’t have Mom blaming me if something goes wrong. I probably shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“I’m actually glad you did, sis. It sounds great.”
“Okay. But don’t forget to text me.”
“I won’t. And don’t you forget to enjoy the last few days of your honeymoon.”
“I won’t. You take care of yourself, okay? Please?”
I smile into the phone. “I always do. One way or the other.”
Those words catch in my throat. Because I haven’t been taking care of myself. Sure, I’ve recovered well from the accident, and the headaches are nearly gone, but I still haven’t completely recovered from…
I sigh. Don’t want to go there.
“Love you, Ang.”
“Love you too. Bye.”
The cabin. Two nights. Maybe three. No meetings, no emails, no Mom hovering with a casserole. Just quiet. Trees. Zach.
Sounds fucking great, to be honest.
Our cabin in Dillon is hardly a cabin. It’s a custom house that Dad bought years ago as an investment, originally to add to our portfolio, but we ended up using it for respite only. It’s where one of us goes when we need to escape the family, the ranch, the Slope.
I haven’t been there since last year. I thought about going after I decided to renovate my place, maybe just stay there instead of at Mom and Dad’s, but I couldn’t leave the foundation to Bradley. He has enough to deal with with Uncle Joe and the cancer.
But for a weekend?
Hell, yes.
I stand and walk into Brad’s office. “Hey.”
He looks up from his work, his eyes sympathetic. “Hey, you doing okay?”
“I’m good. Just thought I’d drop by to tell you that I’m out of here.”
He nods curtly. “Good. You should be at home.”
“I’m heading to Dillon for the weekend. Just need to go home and pack and collect my dog.”
