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Grace.
Now there was a name that had my bad mood melting away.
Not that she’d spoken to me in the last few months. Not after I pissed her off with my opinion of that douchebag Jeremy she was seeing. With the exception of passing Sydney’s youngest, Brielle, to Grace after she was born a few weeks back, I hadn’t even seen the woman, much less spoken to her.
“I might do that,” I replied. “I’m off tomorrow though, so maybe I’ll just video chat with you guys and the kids tomorrow. Will you guys be around?” My three-year-old nephew, Brandon, got a kick out of Skype.
“Three-day weekend?”
One of the brighter spots to my job as a detective for special crimes in Salt Lake City was I worked what were called 9/17 shifts. I worked nine hours a day, for nine of ten weekdays. Of course, crimes didn’t just stop at night, so that was when my eighteen hour shifts came into play, but thank God I wasn’t on call this weekend. “Yeah.”
“You want to come out here and keep Syd and the kids company? I leave in the morning for an east coast trip.”
I thought about it. It wasn’t like I had anything keeping me here for the weekend. I didn’t have reports to file. My partner, Jake, took the time off to fuck his girl sideways to Monday, but I didn’t have one of those either.
A girl.
I had a list of willing partners, but I hadn’t been feeling any of them lately. I went through the motions to get her off, get me off, making sure she found a satisfying release, but mine never quite got there.
Not to the point I knew I could get to, a point I’d gotten to once before.
And the one woman I wanted? The one I knew without a fucking doubt would do it for me? Well, I firmly shut that door and friend-zoned her years ago.
“I could probably do that.” I nodded to myself as I looked around my bleak apartment. The job paid well, but there wasn’t any reason for me to be in a larger place than what this one bed, one and a half bath, apartment gave me. The couch pulled out to a bed if ever a friend or sibling decided to crash, which was rarer than a blue moon. The white walls were devoid of anything that would even hint toward who I was.
That in and of itself probably spoke volumes.
I used to be this goofy guy, the guy cracking jokes left and right, but damn if this job didn’t dim that sometimes. I needed to get away, and a long weekend with my sister and her kids would likely help.
…and maybe Grace would be around too.
