“I’ll take care of that as well.”
“You can’t just give her a job. She won’t accept that. She’s so frigging stubborn she won’t take a handout.”
“It wouldn’t be a handout. We could use someone like her in our accounting department.”
“She won’t do it.” She is frigging stubborn.
“I’ll think of something.” I’m about to stand up when Bonnie reaches across the table and places a hand on the top of mine.
“One more thing.”
Motherfucker. Who am I going to need kill now? “What?” I growl.
“I shouldn’t tell you because she’s going to be so pissed at me.”
I wait, hoping Bonnie does, in fact, tell me.
“I can’t tell you everything because it’s fucked up. It’s about her mom.”
“Her mom?” She didn’t really talk about her. Maybe in passing. “What about her?”
“She got remarried.”
“Oh. So soon?”
“In Vegas.”
“Okay.”
“She didn’t tell Willa.”
“Her mom. Got remarried. In Vegas. And didn’t tell her daughter?”
“Not even an invite. Hell, Willa didn’t even know her mom was seeing someone.”
“Shit.”
“And before that, Willa asked if she could fly to Arizona to visit, but her mom said no. But now, it’s worse. She found out about the wedding last weekend. On the anniversary of her father’s death.”
“Jesus.” I rub my brow in the hopes it makes this new headache go away. “Is that why she won’t see you?” I’m guessing that’s the case. While I don’t know Willa all that well, I’ve been on the receiving end of her shutting me out when she’s going through things.
“I believe so. She’s depressed. I’m worried about her.” She’s not the only one.
“I’ve got a couple of loose ends here. Let me run back up and take care of those and I’ll head over to her place.”
“Good.” Bonnie finally smiles. “Thank you, Hudson.”
“Don’t thank me yet.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
WILLA
Why won’tthe incessant buzzing stop? All I want to do is sleep.
“Shut up,” I shout. There’s no one here to listen, but it doesn’t matter. It feels good to yell. Rolling back onto my stomach, I squish my pillow up in search of that elusive cool spot and close my eyes when the stupid buzzing sounds again. “Seriously?” I lift my head and glance at the clock. It reads: 3:14. That’s PM. The sun is shining through my open window. It’s hot as hell in my apartment even with three fans blowing constantly. “That won’t last long when they shut off our electricity, Barney.” Which, sadly, won’t be far off. I thought it was more important to pay my rent than worry about utilities. Right?
When the buzzing doesn’t sound again, I attempt to get in comfortable position to sleep. Unfortunately, the buzzing is replaced by knocking. On my door. “How in the hell…?” I roll out of bed and make my way over to my door muttering. “Who the hell can this be in the middle of the day on a Saturday?” At the door, I push myself up to peek out of the peep hole and feel my heart stop. Only for a second, but it definitely stopped. “What are you doing here?”
