She reached for her coffee cup and took a sip, then spit it out.
It was ice cold.
She looked at the clock on the top of her computer and saw it was nine in the morning.
Shit, she hadn’t gone to bed yet. How had that happened?
The doorbell went off again.
What the hell? It was almost too early for a delivery.
If she knew where her phone was, she could look to see who was at the door, but that was a lost cause and she wasn’t going to bother.
She stood up and her legs almost buckled under her.
Good lord, she’d been sitting here since she peed about six hours ago. That was when she got the cup of coffee.
When the doorbell went off again, she half marched, half limped to the door. “I’m coming,” she shouted.
She whipped it open and there was Warren on her doorstep looking fierce enough to tackle her to the floor. Maybe she wanted that. It’d been weeks since they’d had sex.
She’d been afraid to ask for it and he wasn’t asking her, so maybe he wasn’t up to it.
She’d read that maybe guys could have sexual problems after a head injury.
That wasn’t a conversation she wanted to bring up.
“You look like hell,” he said.
“And you look cold,” she said. “I didn’t know it was going to snow today.”
There was a dusting on the ground and a few flakes on his jacket from his walk from his SUV to her porch.
“Can I come in?” he asked.
She walked back, her bare feet cold on the floor. She’d been under a blanket in the living room. “What are you doing here?”
“We need to talk,” he said.
“Okay,” she said. “Why are you mad at me?”
“Why didn’t you tell me my father called you?”
Her jaw dropped. “Who told you that?”
“He did,” he said. “Weeks ago.”
“And you’re just telling me now,” she said, crossing her arms. “Maybe I want to know whyyoudidn’t tellmewhy he was reaching out to you. I thought maybe he was lying, but it doesn’t sound like it.”
“He was reaching out for the same reason he’s always done it,” he said. “He wanted something from me. This time he wanted to appeal to my compassion to go into rehab.”
“And he wanted you to pay for it?” she asked.
“I’m sure. I have no idea. He blew it by saying something stupid about how hard it was to have me be his son and him to work a union job when I’m who I am and have all this money.”
“What a dick,” she said.
“I told him never to reach out again. I’ve said it before, but this time I blocked his number. I want to know why you said nothing to me.”
