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Malcolm

There it was again, some annoying ringing sound that was pushing its way through my subconscious. I groaned, and rolled over to turn on the lamp beside the bed. This time the ringing was followed by a knock, or I thought it was a knock. I looked at the clock. It was almost 1:30 in the morning. Who the hell would be at my door this time of night? The ringing pierced through again.

“Fuck!”

Throwing the covers back, my eyes scanned the floor for something to put on. I shoved my legs into a pair of jeans, not bothering to button them up. The doorbell rang again.

“Whoever the fuck is down there better be near death ringing my fucking bell like that!”

I bounded down the steps, flipping on the light in the hall as I walked toward the door. I unlocked it, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side. All annoyance drained away when I saw Calida. She stood on my front porch in the middle of the night red-eyed, wearing an over-sized T-shirt, and a pair of shorts. She held a sleeping Shawn cradled in her arms.

I took a long blink, certain I had to be dreaming. “Calida? What…is something wrong?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know…can I come in?” Her voice held a raspy undertone.

I shook the fog from my head. “Yeah, yeah…of course.” I stepped to the side.

She walked in, softly cooing to Shawn who’d started to wake.

“Here, let me take him.” I took the sleeping child without waiting on an answer.

I turned to take him upstairs. She didn’t move. She simply stood in the foyer. The playpen Macy’d left here remained set up in the room meant for Shawn. He fussed when I put him in it, so it took me a few minutes to get him settled down. As I rubbed his back, my thoughts raced with reasons for her being here. She’d been ignoring my attempts to reach her since she sent me home Monday.

I’d spent the last two days talking myself out of driving to her place to speak with her. I figured it would be pointless, since she probably wouldn’t open the damn gate to let me in. On top of that, I needed to respect her wishes, and she’d made them clear. She wanted to be left alone. But now she was here, in the middle of the night.

Pulling the door closed behind me, I exited Shawn’s room. The house was dark again. The only light came from the master bedroom. I found Calida sitting on the bed, her head hanging as she picked at her nails. When I leaned against the doorframe, the knob hit the wall. The sound caused her to look up. She gave me a weak smile, and tucked her hair behind her ear.

Taking careful steps, I made my way over and took a seat beside her. “Is everything okay?” She nodded in response. “You have a key and a garage door opener.”

She shrugged, turning her attention back to her hands. “I didn’t want you to think I was a burglar or something.”

“Ah…so ringing my doorbell like a mad woman worked out much better.” I gave a little laugh in an attempt to break some of the tension. It didn’t work.

Her knee started bouncing, and she kept twisting the ring I’d given her around in circles on her finger. She still wore it and the necklace.

“I’m sorry for just showing up like this.”

“It’s okay. And not that I’m not thrilled to see you, but why exactly are you here?”

Calida shrugged in response. “I...I’ve been thinking, about a lot of things, and I just…I just wanted to see you.” She looked at my legs and frowned. “You sleep in jeans?”

“Uh…no. I sleep in nothing, but didn’t think that was the best way to answer the door.”

“Oh…” she replied softly. A red flush crept into her cheeks.

I wanted to hug her, hold her hand, something, anything, but I refrained. Her comment about me not keeping my hands to myself lingered at the forefront of my mind.

“It’s late, you can take the bed.”

I eased off the bed and walked to my dresser to retrieve a pair of shorts. If I had to sleep in clothes, I needed something less restrictive than denim.

“Where are you going to sleep?”

“On the couch. My decorator helped me pick a comfy one, but she’s been slacking on filling up the remaining bedrooms,” I answered, turning to smile at her.

“You should probably fire her then,” she replied with a small laugh.

“I should, but since she’s rather sexy, I keep her around.” I waited for some retort, but it never came. “Okay…well, get some sleep.” I grabbed the shorts and started for the door.

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