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I shoot a look in Chase’s direction. The man has little room to talk. Prior to meeting his wife, Callie, he spent an entire year in the tabloids for his sexual prowess. No one can compare to this man.
“I got my shit together,” Chase says defensively.
Chase ended up out of control after finding out his then-wife cheated on him, which led to a rather tumultuous divorce. After a rough year, Chase met his Callie, and the rest is history. From what I hear, the guy has never been happier.
“Callie got your shit together,” I tell him. “You’restill a fucking mess. Besides, it wasn’t nameless sex. I know her name.”
I know part of it at least.
“Then why the long face?”
“Because she disappeared in the middle of the night like fucking Cinderella. Poof. Vanished. Gone.”
“Google her.” He says it as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“I, uh, I only remember her first name.” It’s not a complete lie. I just happen to leave out the part when I never bothered to ask for her last name. At the time, it didn’t matter. Now, I berate myself for not inquiring more.
“So, what do I owe the honor of this visit?” I ask him. “You draw the short stick to check on me?”
“As a matter of fact, I did, you little shit. I just wanted to see how things were coming along with your arm.”
“It’s getting there.”
“Listen, I know the accident…”
“Don’t.” I stop him from going any further. I don’t want to talk about the accident. The damn thing has consumed my life for the last few months, and I just want to forget about. Like I did last night.
“Carter…”
“I said, don’t. That doesn’t mean keep going Chase,” I bark. “My arm is getting better. It’s just taking longer than I would like. After last night, things are starting to look up. Satisfied?”
The look on his face says he’s anything but.
“You better watch it, Chase. You’re starting to sound like Sutton.”
He rolls his eyes and grabs a bottle of water out of the fridge. “You better take that shit back before I fuck up your other shoulder.”
Luckily, the teasing dig did precisely what I intended, eased the tension.
Don’t get me wrong, Landon’s a great guy. He and Chase are about the only things that have gotten me through this whole ordeal. Still, Landon has a tendency to be a bit of a stick in the mud, the fatherly type, especially when it comes to Chase and me.
With a bottle of water in hand, Chase makes his way to the couch and grabs the remote.
“You checked on me. I’m good. You can leave now.”
He looks up at me, eyebrows raised. “You got something better to do?”
“No. But I also don’t need a fucking babysitter.”
“I’m not here to babysit. I’m here to hang out.”
“Same difference.” Though, without Lexie here, I don’t really mind the company, so I give in. “The minute you start psychoanalyzing me, you’re out.”
Joining him on the couch, my mind is focused on Lexie and how in the world I can find her. I’m so focused on her, I’m not even paying attention to the television until I hear the announcer’s voice.
My eyes fall on the screen, the football game that Chase has on.
I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
