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“The guy that was there serving us said that it was chocolate chip,” Davis said as he punched in a code and walked into his house.
We walked in behind him, and the first thing I saw was Carrie with an ice pack pressed to her head and her nurse at the kitchen sink washing dishes.
“Um, what happened?” I asked worriedly.
“Davis let me do shots last night, and I’m paying for it now.” Carrie moaned behind her ice pack.
Davis snorted and put his box of goodies down on the kitchen table.
Finn came out of his room in his underwear and walked straight to the box.
“Actually,” Finn said as he took a bite of a donut. One of the iced ones. “It wasn’t Davis. It was Nurse Ratched over there.”
“Nurse Ratched” stiffened at the sound of Finn’s voice, turned slowly, and looked at Finn.
I could tell with just that one look that she was not happy with him or his words.
“Is there something that caused y’all to be mad at each other this morning?” Davis asked, not caring about the tenseness between the two.
“I was so drunk/hungover from last night that this morning I couldn’t get the door open for Carrie’s medication delivery.” Finn laughed. “Nurse Ratched said that I was irresponsible when I was supposed to be her caretaker for the night.”
“It was irresponsible,” Kady, not Nurse Ratched, grumbled.
I bit my lip to keep the humor in control.
“What about the door did you have a problem with?” I wondered. “It’s just a dead bolt, right?”
“A dead bolt and one of those child locks.” He pointed at the back door. “That gold thing at the top there. That’s the child lock. It takes dexterity and preciseness. Both of which I did not have this morning.”
Davis suddenly stiffened as something crossed his mind. His gaze turned to me, and then with a quiet voice, he asked me a question.
“Did you purposefully unlock the little thing right there on your door?” he asked as he pointed at the little metal flat thing at the top that looked eerily similar to the thing I had at home.
Huh, I’d always wondered what that was.
I frowned. “No. I just didn’t know it was a lock. Is it?”
He pushed slightly up on it, then folded it over onto the door.
“It just acts like another lock,” he said. “If you didn’t know what it was, how did you unlock it?”
I frowned. “I didn’t unlock it. I just never locked it after I closed the door up last night.”
His eyes went intense as he said, “What do you mean after you closed the door last night?”
“I mean, when I locked up after you went to bed. I locked the door. But I’ve never used that little metal thing since I moved in,” I explained.
His eyes went intense as he said, “You’re saying the door was unlocked after I went upstairs?”
“Yes.” I paused. “Why are you asking that?”
“Because I locked the fuckin’ door behind myself when I came inside,” he answered.
My eyes went wide as I stared at him. “What?”
I might or might not have shrieked that last part.
His eyes immediately started scanning the area. “Your purse and car keys still here?”
I remembered them on the kitchen island this morning. I’d debated putting the money into it and thought better of it because I didn’t like carrying around that much cash. It seemed like an accident waiting to happen. As if I was just sitting there, inviting something bad to happen.
He pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a few long seconds. “Let’s go. We’re gonna have Kobe go over your shit. I’ll have one of the guys come back for your car. You’re staying here from now on until we can figure out what the hell is going on.”
Then I was being pushed out of his house, without my donut, might I add, and without saying goodbye to anyone that was staring at me with a look of pity and worry.
“Do you think someone was inside my house?” I asked in alarm.
“Yes,” he answered. “Because I know for a fact that I locked that door last night. Did you leave the door wide open when you got home?”
I shook my head. “I never leave it open. I always close it. But sometimes, when the wind blows and I don’t have it closed all the way, it blows back open.”
“I think someone was there when I got there,” he answered, a sick sort of worry in his voice.
He didn’t say another word until we got to the shops where, unsurprisingly, we found Kobe already waiting for us.
CHAPTER 15
Sometimes you do. Sometimes you don’t. Sometimes, you want to murder your life partner.
-Fact of life
GREER
“It’s like you knew we were talking about you,” I chirped as soon as we stopped next to Kobe.
