Page 188 of Fighting the Pull


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“Sorry, little groggy,” I amended my earlier answer. “But good.”

“Oh, honey. Sorry I woke you. I just wanted to check in. See if you were okay with your mom and I coming over this afternoon. A little visit. See how you’re doing.”

In other words, even though Hale had plenty of guestrooms in his place, they left.

I looked to Hale’s bedside device, unsurprisingly a smart home unit designed by Corza.

It was nearly nine thirty.

“I think that’ll be okay, but I need to ask Hale. Can I call you back?”

“Of course. But you’re good?”

“I’m fine, Dad. Honest. I’ll call soon.”

“Okay,shayna punim. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

We hung up, and I threw the covers aside and got out of bed.

Since she got my right hand, bathroom business wasn’t easy. But I managed it and washing my hand and brushing my teeth, though flossing would have to take a break. I had a Waterpik, but I’d do that later. And I wasn’t sure how I was going to wash my face, which needed it, since I still had my makeup on from the night before. I left that too.

I was keen to find Hale.

When we’d gotten home, Mom had helped me out of my bloody gown, cleaned me up and put me in a lounge outfit.

Somewhere along the line, Hale had put me in a nightgown.

I found my robe, shrugged it on, then walked out of his room to the stairs.

The baby gate was open at the top, closed at the bottom.

That meant the cats were downstairs with Hale.

I saw Hale on the couch with coffee, Frosty and his laptop.

His eyes came to me as I started down the stairs.

He put the laptop aside, got up, and Frosty jumped down to come say hi to me.

Cheddar didn’t bother moving. He was stretched out on the floor on his back, his fat baby kitten belly on display, not a care in the world.

I navigated the baby gate and Hale asked, “Coffee?”

I nodded, all of a sudden feeling funny.

I understood why when he went to the kitchen.

Not me.

He didn’t come to me.

I followed him and stood at the island as he made my coffee.

Frosty brushed against my ankle, and I leaned down to give him some scratches.

By the time I straightened, Hale was sliding my coffee across the island to me.

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