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“Well, the doctor says you’re spending the night for observation, then you’re staying with me for a few days.”
I swallowed, but my mouth was so dry. “I’m not staying at your house. You guys have too much sex.”
“Fine, then I’ll stay with you at the house. It’ll be like a sleepover when we were kids. Lindy heard about the accident and is on her way.”
I glanced at Theo, remembering the last sleepover I had there with him. No more though. I was thankful he’d been there to help, but his medical skills–or any other talents he had–weren’t needed any longer. “Thanks again, Theo. I’ll… see you around.”
He was a doctor, and he was checking on a patient. It was required. He’d made an oath or something. He’d looked after Cheryl, too.
I was fine or would be. Bridge was here and she was going to mother the hell out of me. Lindy, too.
After what I went through with Cheryl, it sounded great.
“Mallory, I…” Theo said.
“I’m good. Thanks for doctoring me.”
Realizing he was dismissed–it wasn’t like we were anything since he made that crystal clear–he stood. “Right. Um… bye.”
I watched him leave and wondered if I was ever going to get over him. While he felt nothing for me, I felt so much. I wondered if it was more than my head splitting in two. It felt like my heart was too.
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I startledawake when I felt breathing on my neck. I turned my head and got a whiff of dog breath, then got a tongue lick.
“Fuck, Scout,” I said, wiping my face. He jumped to the floor and barked.
“Good, you’re not dead,” Mav said.
I blinked my eyes open, and he loomed over me, arms crossed over his chest.
“What time is it?”
“Two-thirty.”
I shifted, realized I was on the couch and in the clothes I had on yesterday. The inside of my mouth felt like the floor of a mushroom farm.
“Mac was expecting you at the fire training six hours ago.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t go.”
Mav sighed. “Look. I’m all for you taking a bender. If anyone needs one, it’s you. But your shit is fucking with my sex life.”
I sat up, then regretted it. I held my head so it didn’t fall off. I wasn’t sure how far I made it through the whiskey bottle last night but based on the way I wanted to hurl and then die, it was probably at least half.
“How am I fucking with your sex life?”
“Because Bridge has stayed the past three nights at her house with Mal instead of in my bed.”
That meant it was Saturday. I spent Thursday and Friday sober, doing my job and seeing patients. Verna hadn’t said a word to me outside of work-related topics. Jeff just gave me pitying looks. When I was done for the week, when I didn’t have to be a functioning–and sober–member of society, I came home and got plastered.
Now that I was conscious again, I realized it hadn’t helped.
I still felt like shit.
Mallory still wasn’t mine.
