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“I’-I’m...” I stutter, then clear my throat. “I’m really sorry about this, but can we maybe end it here and talk again next week?”
“Of course,” she agrees gracefully. Not at all bothered by the rude interruption. “Does the same time next week suit you?”
“Uhm ya. Yes. That would be perfect,” I agree, still flustered. “Thanks again for seeing me. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. You have my number if you need me anytime before that.”
I end the Zoom call, turning to face Colton.
“Don’t you knock?” I shout at him angrily.
“Why the fuck haven’t you been answering my texts? I’ve been texting and ringing you for the past hour.”
Standing, I walk over to the bed to pick up my phone from the comforter to see I’ve got several missed calls and messages. Some are from Jordin also. I set it aside.
“I had to put it on silent.”
He juts his chin toward the screen. “Why? Who was that?”
I sigh in frustration. Can nothing be private anymore?”
“Tell me who that was right fucking now or I’m calling Saint.”
“If you must know, I’ve started seeing a therapist.”
“A therapist? You didn’t tell them anything about us, did you?” he asks, but his voice carries a worried tone.
“I’m not that fucking stupid.”
Maybe he didn’t hear after all. I breathed out a relieved sigh.
“Next time, keep your phone on,” he says in a tone I don’t recognize. It’s sharp and cutting. He’s never spoken to me like that before, and I can’t help the pang of hurt I feel in my chest. I thought we were starting to build a friendship. Maybe I was wrong about that.
After shutting down my laptop, I headed downstairs with Colton following me.
I busy my hands, opening and closing cupboard doors, looking for something to distract me. A movie. I’ll watch a movie. That will take my mind off things.
He must sense my discomfort, noticing my stricken expression.
“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that. When you didn’t answer, I got spooked and…” he stalls for a beat, then continues. “Saint would kill me if anything happened to you.”
I try to decide on whether to keep ignoring him or accept his apology and move on.
“Where is Saint anyway?”
“Away to sort out Francis’s estate and arrange the funeral. Didn’t he tell you?”
Grabbing the bag of popcorn from the cupboard, I place the contents in a bowl on the counter, then grab a can of soda from the refrigerator before answering.
“We’re not on speaking terms, in case you haven’t noticed.” I gesture to the soda in my hand. “You want one?”
When he nods, I hand the can to him, then ask him to grab the bag of M&M’s from the cupboard that’s always too high for me to reach. Once we have everything we need, we walk down to the cinema room.
“What are we watching?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
“As long as it’s not a romance. Saint will skin me alive if you start getting all hot and bothered in the middle of a sex scene or you fall in love with me at the end,” he smirks teasingly, wriggling his brows.
