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I can sense yet another argument brewing.
Gulping down my coffee, I rinse my cup off in the sink, hoping someone will get the hint that it’s time we all move. It shouldn’t surprise me that that someone is Saxon. It appears he can read me a lot better than I thought he could.
“What time is Sophia coming over?” he asks casually.
“Ten o’clock,” I reply, looking at Sam. I breathe a sigh of relief when he doesn’t throw his mug against the wall in protest.
“Sam, go take a shower. You smell like shit,” Saxon says, half joking.
I hold my breath, afraid World War Three is about to erupt in my kitchen. I’m stunned when Sam flips him off, but nods. “Fuck you, pretty boy. Are you sure you didn’t use up all the hot water washing your hair?”
Piper snorts, muting her outburst behind her hand.
I am so relieved at their banter, as opposed to them cursing one another out like last night. It’s these small snippets that have me not giving up on Sam. Underneath his anger lies the man I know and love. Here’s hoping Sophia can bring him back to me.
Sam finishes his coffee and places the mug in the dishwasher. The simple gesture has me smiling. I want him to feel like this is his home again, and small things like this will help make that happen. He bumps Saxon playfully before walking down the hall. I refrain from asking if he needs directions to the bathroom as I’m trying not to smother him.
“So when is our epic party going to take place?” Piper asks, wiggling her eyebrows wickedly.
“I know that look, Piper Green,” I reply, unable to keep the smirk from my face.
“What look?” She fakes innocence, but I’m not fooled.
“When I say party, I don’t mean frat party, okay? Piper?” I press when she whistles and looks anywhere but at me. “Piper?”
Meeting my eyes, she grins. “Okay, I gotcha. Loud and clear. No frat party. What about a keg party?”
Saxon chuckles while I roll my eyes. This is a losing battle. A knock on the front door interrupts all talks of parties.
“This conversation is not yet finished,” I tease, pointing at my conspiring friend.
“Bring it on,” she replies, cocking out her hip.
I leave Piper shuffling closer to an unsuspecting Saxon. Poor guy.
As I walk down the hall, the glassed panel reveals that Sophia is standing at my front door. She’s early, which makes me happy. She’s just as keen as I am to get this show on the road.
“Hi, Dr. Yates.” When she purses her red lips, I amend, “Sorry. Sophia.”
She smiles. “Good morning, Lucy. I hope you don’t mind that I’m a bit early.”
“No, not at all. Please, come in.” I open the door and step aside.
She enters, looking like a complete runway model in tight blue jeans, red ankle boots, and a white silk blouse. Her black hair is tied back into a neat bun, exposing her natural beauty. Her beauty reminds me of my lack at the moment. I try and tame my bird nest, but the snarled strands protest and resist any grooming. I give up.
“How’s Samuel?” she asks, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“He’s okay,” I reply half-heartedly, closing the door.
“Just okay?” She reads through my bullshit instantly.
Not wanting Sam to overhear, I lower my voice as we walk down the hall. “Well, he’s still moody, and he still hates me.”
“I’m sure he doesn’t hate you.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” I reply, grateful for her efforts at attempting to play this down.
“We hurt the ones we love,” she offers kindly.
