“I can think of a few things.”
He laughed, and the second he stepped out of the room, she missed him. It was instant and it made the room too quiet.
Gah, she was becoming far too obsessed with the man. She pulled the pillow over her face.
What she needed was a shower. A long, hot shower.
After a full thirty minutes in the shower, she dressed in black leggings, an oversized sweater, and wooly socks before popping two pieces of bread into the toaster.
She’d just lowered to the couch with her toast and laptop when her phone rang, Jules’s name on the screen.
“Hi, Jules.”
“Addie, honey, I’m just checking in to see how you’re doing.”
A small smile touched her lips. Jules had been checking in regularly, and Addie was so grateful for that. “I’m okay. I’d be better if they arrested the person who tampered with the ropes, but I keep reminding myself that it will take time.”
“I know you haven’t said it, but you think it’s Rhett, right? After he grabbed you the way he did in that parking lot?”
She squirmed uncomfortably on the couch. She’d intentionally not said his name to anyone because they had no proof of it being him. “I’m not sure.”
“Well, I’m glad those boys fired him anyway after the way he treated you.”
“Me too. Have you heard from Buck?”
“I’m taking him a big container of pasta this afternoon.”
Of course she was. “He’ll love that.”
“I’m bringing you one too.”
“Oh, you don’t need—”
“Of course I do. Feeding people is my love language. And what about a slab of chocolate brownies? The recipe I make is divine. My secret ingredient is walnuts.”
“Walnuts?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll drop both off this afternoon.”
“Jules, you really don’t have to do that. I’m okay.”
“And you’ll be even better with my chocolate brownie. Text me your address. I’ll see you later, honey.”
Jules hung up before Addie could protest a third time, but honestly, would a third protest do anything? Doubtful.
Addie had just set her cell on the coffee table when the doorbell rang.
Good God, the universe really didn’t want her to start work today.
Slowly, she crossed to the front door and looked through the peephole to see Indie, Noah’s sister, holding a tray. Had Noah known she was coming?
She opened the door. “Hi. I’m sorry, Noah isn’t here.”
“That’s okay. I can drop this casserole off to you.”
“A casserole?” Was feeding her an Amber Ridge thing?
“Noah told me about your scare on the rock-climbing wall. I just wanted to help in some way.”
