Nowhere to be seen.
Huh.
I’ve apparently hit my limits with bullshit this week.
Or maybe I’m very chill after hard, man-induced-orgasm sleep.
I shrug at all of them. “He wasn’t supposed to be there, and I’m gettingvery tiredof people invading my safe spaces.”
“He says he’s going on an extended trip somewhere in Asia and we shouldn’t worry if we don’t hear from him for five years,” Lila says.
“Do you believe him?” Tripp asks her. “He’s actually leaving?Leavingleaving? He won’t randomly be sitting in my office when I walk in the door or jump out of the shower when I walk into the bathroom?”
“I actually think he’s leaving. He said he’s retiring from retiring, and that it doesn’t mean he’s going back.”
Tripp turns to me. “You like the Fireballs? We can get you tickets. For life. Pick your seat.”
“Told you so,” Davis says to me.
“You don’t get totold you soanyone this morning,” Vanessa replies.
He rolls his eyes again.
But he’s smiling.
Davis.
Full smiling.
So this is what he looks like when he’s fully in his element. With the people who love him. The people he feels safe with.
My eyes burn. With happiness for him? Jealousy that he gets to have an awesome family?
Whatever’s prompting me to feel emotional about this, the biggest thought in my head is that he looks good.
Right.
Happy.
“What’s with the hat?” Vanessa asks, nodding at the beanie he’s wearing again.
“Like it,” he replies. “Any food left? I’m hungry.”
“Crime scene, Davis.”
“It’s at least a hundred years old,” I say. “When the murderer is clearly already dead too, justice can wait a few more days so that we can getallof the justice and I can get back to my life.”
“Exactly that,” Davis agrees.
He takes the seat Michelle Ryder just left, which leaves him sitting next to me.
And that makes my heart pitter-patter.
“Fruit?” I ask him, pushing my bowl closer to him.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure. I worked very hard to make all of breakfast this morning.”
