Page 20 of Unexpected Arrivals


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I stepped back from him, and this time he allowed me space. Wiping at my face, I turned away. “I need to use the restroom.”

“It’s in my bedroom.”

I nodded and walked away, not even looking at him. I found the bathroom, surprised at how clean it was, and gathered enough toilet paper to blow my nose and wipe away the tears. In the mirror, I saw the bloodshot eyes, the anguish on my features, and the exhaustion. Even though I had gotten eight hours of sleep yesterday, I had been up all night, and the weariness was weighing down on me again.

I took the time to use the bathroom and washed my hands and face, then opened the door. I stared around his room, the bed unmade, but otherwise, there was no clutter. It was surprisingly neat and tidy. Even the items on his dresser were all lined up perfectly.

I paused by the side of his bed, staring down at the indentation on his pillow and suddenly wanted to dive in and drift off to sleep. Would he mind? Did I care if he did?

Without another thought, I climbed into his bed, curled on my side, and stuck my nose into his pillow. I inhaled his slightly musky scent and closed my eyes. A moment later, I was gone.

* * *

When I woke, it was to a sound I hadn’t expected. I rolled to my back and noticed the door was closed, but on the other side, I could hear Trevor laughing. I found myself smiling as I wiped at my eyes and glanced around the room again. I had no idea how long I had slept, but I felt almost human again.

I rolled out of bed and used the bathroom again before I quietly opened the door. Trevor was lying on the floor of the living room, Devon on a blanket in front of him kicking his legs and waving his arms at a small toy that Trevor held above him.

He glanced toward the door and smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

“I’m sorry about that.”

He sat up. “It’s okay; you were up all night working. When you didn’t come back from the bathroom, I checked on you and found you passed out.”

“Yeah, well, I appreciate you letting me sleep. What time is it?”

He glanced at his watch. “Almost twelve. I was just thinking about finding something to eat. You hungry?”

“Starved actually, but I need to go home. I should probably call my boss and make sure that the program worked.”

“It does,” he replied as he got off the floor.

I stared at him. “How do you know that?”

“Because your boss called, like four times in a row, and I finally answered so he would stop.”

My jaw dropped. “You answered my phone?”

“Yes, it woke Devon up,” he said with a shrug.

“You shouldn’t have answered my phone, Trevor. You had no right.”

“Yeah, well, I did, Davina, and I told your boss that you were sleeping after being up all night. Funny that he had no idea that you have been taking care of a newborn or that you had lost your best friend.”

“It was none of his business,” I snapped. “What the hell did you say to him?”

He shrugged again as he went into the kitchen. “Not much, but he said he had a couple of things he wanted to change about the program, but that it looked pretty good. He also said he was sorry about Carol and had he known that you were taking care of a baby, he would have had one of the other developers take over the project.”

“I am quite capable of doing my job.”

“I’m sure you are, but you’ve been dealing with a lot, Davina. He gave you a week off. Said that if you had time, you could work on the changes, but he didn’t need them for a couple of weeks, so take some time off.”

I stared at Trevor as he moved around in his kitchen, pulling a container of something out of his freezer. I was flabbergasted. “Trevor, I’m serious; you had no right to tell him that stuff.”

Trevor turned to me. “Why not? It’s the truth. You’ve gone through a lot these last couple of weeks. Your boss should be aware of those things.”

“He doesn’t need to know anything about my personal life!” I snapped, and Devon let out a whine. Both of us glanced back at him still lying on the floor.

“Davina, I didn’t tell him that to get into your personal life. I know that the circumstances that we deal with affect our job performance. As an employer, he had the right to know that you were dealing with some things. That way he would get off your back if you didn’t perform up to your normal standards.”

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