Page 49 of His to Seduce
I’d gotten free with only a stab wound. My thigh burned at the memory and I wiped my leg to remove the sting.
My chin shook. “The problem is that with David, I thought I had, and in the end he’d been the one lying to me.”
“But if you haven’t told him all about your past yet, then why would you expect him to tell you his?”
Her words stung like a punch to the gut. “I see your point.”
After that, we ate our cookies and gossiped about everything we could think of before I knew it was time for me to go home. Then she timidly mentioned Jim, the new guy she’d been dating for the last three months. He was a mechanic, owned his own shop, and when she said his name, her green eyes sparkled like the dew on grass. I’d left her house smiling. At least one of us was getting her shit together.
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When I got home, I pulled my car into the garage and shut the door. Entering my house, I glanced at the chair David had been in only hours earlier.
It felt like days.
And I hated the sting of disappointment that I felt when he wasn’t in my home. When I realized he hadn’t invaded my life again to get me to listen to him.
I had work in the morning and still needed to think. A weekend in Jamaica had somehow shifted everything inside of me.
I needed time to right myself again, figure out exactly what…or who…I wanted, and when I felt more settled, then I’d begin to deal with the fallout.
Heading to the bathroom, I dug my phone out of my purse and saw that it was still off. I’d turned it off after I’d called Chelsea to let her know I’d gotten a flight out and forgotten all about it.
After I washed my face and changed into pajamas, I slid between my sheets and turned the phone on.
It immediately lit up with text messages and missed calls. Two from Suzanne. Three from Chelsea and two from Trina.
The familiar anger I was feeling toward Trina began to prickle. I hadn’t known her longer than a year, but I still thought we were friends.
Please let me explain.
At least call to tell us you’re okay. Please?
I scrolled past those and hit Chelsea’s text.We’re home. Where are you? Safe? Okay? CALL ME.
It was already ten o’clock, and Chelsea and I both had work in the morning. If they’d just gotten home an hour ago, she had to be exhausted. Still, she’d want to know how I was doing.
Home safe,I typed.We’ll talk soon.
Wine at my place!
I smiled at her text. Chocolate cookies with my mom and wine with Chelsea had to heal every wound possible. I typed out a response, telling her we’d do it soon, and then I switched off the light.
I’d deal with everything later.
