“Still, I know you’ve got a club to run...”
“Skye,” I said,lowering my voice.“Stop. You call, I answer. Simple as that.”
There was a pause. I could hear her breathing, the faint hum of the TV in the background.
Then she sighed. “I just couldn’t sleep.”
“Why not? You good?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just...missing you.”
That hit different.
I sat forward, eyes drifting to the office door.“You sure that’s all?”
“Mmhmm. I promise. I just really, really miss you.”
I stood, grabbed my keys off the desk,stepped into the hallway, then slipped back inside and locked the door behind me.
Dropping onto the couch, I exhaled. “Alright. Talk to me.”
She laughed softly. “You act like this is a therapy session.”
“Could be,” I said,smiling to myself.“You sound restless, so either you need to vent or you need something else.”
She laughed a little harder. “Why do you always have to make it sound like that?”
“Because it usuallyislike that.” I leaned back, rubbing the back of my neck. “Is this still about Melina?”
“Hell no! Fuck that bitch!”
I laughed. “Okay, then what’s up?”
“I don’t know. Well, yes I do. I’m kind of anxious about the dinner at my sister’s house. I just don’t want anything to turn into an argument.”
“It won’t.”
“Ocean—”
“Look, I need you to stay positive. Just walk in there with your head up, and I’ll be right beside you. I’m not going to let things get crazy.”
She went quiet.
I could picture her chewing on her bottom lip, fighting a smile.
“You always make it sound so easy.”
“That’s because I don’t waste my thoughts on bullshit, and neither should you. Especially not with me around. I got you.”
“I know you do,” she whispered.
“Good.”
Silence settled between us.
“I really fucking miss you,” she said softly.
I blew out a slow breath, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “You know how dangerous it is for you to keep saying that to me right now?”
