Frankie’s tears turned to hiccups as I held her, rubbing her back while all the coffee went cold before we could drink it.
And as she quieted, I began to plan.
Chapter Forty-Six
“Money - assets and property considered in terms of monetary value; wealth.”
Frankie
Just as suspected, I got fired from my job. I called in to tell them I was better and coming back and the witch cackled and told me not to bother.
I couldn’t really say I was disappointed. In fact, I kind of felt relieved. Okay, not kind of. Totally. I was surprised by how much relief I actually felt. I used to joke that place was sucking away my soul, but now that I didn’t have to go back, I realized it hadn’t really been a joke.
Lost in thought, I wandered over to the window, looking down to the street. Olly’s Porsche was still sitting at the curb where he left it before we went to Los Angeles. He wasn’t going to be able to drive it around for a while; the expensive car wasn’t exactly made for blending in, and since he was supposed to be locked up in a room without a body, taking it for a spin wasn’t on the to-do list.
He came out of the bedroom, dressed in the khakis, white button-down, and suspenders. I noticed he styled his hair so it wasn’t in his eyes anymore and resembled the way he wore it in his other body, though it was longer now.
“I need to go get some clothes and my laptop. You’re coming with me. I’m not leaving you here alone in case G.R. comes back.”
I nodded. “We can take my Jeep.” I went to grab my coat and noticed I was still holding the phone, so I sat it on the coffee table next to the vase of flowers. My eye caught the single brown one, and I was reminded all over again of Piper’s brush with death.
“I didn’t hear the phone ring,” Olly said.
“It didn’t. I called work. I got fired.”
“Saves you from having to quit,” he said, not in the least sorry.
“I guess so,” I said, rather non-committal. Yes, I was glad I didn’t have to go back there, but on the other hand, I kind of felt like my life was unraveling at the seams. Not too long ago I had a steady job, a normal routine, a best friend I told everything to, and a weekly habit of going to the donut shop. Now, I had no job, my routine was non-existent, I was dating a Death Escort, and the Grim Reaper wanted to kill me. Not to mention my best friend almost gave up her life for me after I all but ignored her for weeks.
Oh, and the donut shop was probably wondering if I fell off the face of the earth.
“You know you don’t have to worry about money anymore, right?” he said, catching my hand and towing me against him.
“I know,” I said. “But I can’t just let you support me.”
“Why not?” He frowned.
“Because it’s not your job.”
“Yes, it is.”
“No. Your job is to love me. And to put up with me. Not to be my sugar daddy.”
He chuckled. “Putting up with youisa challenge sometimes.”
I scowled.
“But loving you… that’s a lot easier than I ever thought possible.”
“I’m so irresistible.”
“How about you don’t worry about money until all this is over and we can finally move on. Then if it will make you feel better, you can find a job.”
“Sounds good to me.” I moved to the door. “On the way back from your place, can we swing by the diner and get Piper? I don’t want her to be at her apartment alone tonight.”
“Yeah,” he replied, but he seemed distracted, still standing in the center of the room, making no attempt to leave.
“Olly?”
