“It's lil’ early for the hard stuff, isn’t it?” Molly’s drawl comes out for a split second.
“Don’t ask.” Graham tries to answer for me.
“Oh, honey.” She sits down next to me and wraps her arms around my torso. The move makes me highly nervous because I don’t want any other woman touching me who isn’t my sunflower. “Nyx texted me. They are plannin’ a girls night again…to try and help Ky.”
“I’m glad she has you guys.” I shoot back my whiskey in one gulp. “Can I get another?”
Molly unwraps herself from me before she heads back to the bar to get me another whiskey. Zoning out, let me get lost in the last time we were all here.
Nyx takes a hold of Kyra’s hand and laughs while she drags her out to the floor. This bar doesn’t technically have a dance floor, but there is a small space where there are normally a couple of small tables, but anytime Nyx is here for more than just a meal, she pushes them off to the side to make room.
Nyx spins my sunflower around the small space, and their laughs are electric. Graham and Demitri watch their woman with wrapped attention. Their eyes never leave Nyx. Not that I can blame them. I’m just as guilty, just staring at Kyra instead.
The girls dance their way over to the bar to grab the tequila shots Molly left there for them. It’s a busy night at Grant’s, but they always make time for us. Grant loves us and those girls like his own. He needs a woman to care for him one of these days.
Crack.
A pain shoots through my shin.
“What in the actual fuck?” I bend down to rub at the spot while glaring at my brother across the table.
“You looked lost in your head.” He responds with a shrug of his shoulders.
“Just thinking about when Nyx dragged Kyra out dancing.”
We spend the rest of the afternoon drinking so much that Dee has to come pick us up. He definitely doesn’t look impressed by us in the slightest. He will forgive me; it’s been a rough couple of days.
CHAPTER 32
KYRA
My alarm is blaring, and before I even open my eyes, I know it’s going to be a rough morning. My head is pounding from crying myself to sleep again last night. Nyx had to work the night shift, so she wasn’t able to sleep with me. It’s been a few weeks since I told Cal I couldn’t do this with him anymore. Whenever they say that grief gets better with time, they’re lying. Can we even call this grief?
Does breaking up with your not-boyfriend give you a reason to mourn?
Nyx will tell me yes, but is she just appeasing me?
I am almost positive that if I don’t give Graham and Dee their Nyx back, they will come into the guest house and steal her from my bed. They are reasonable men, and they completely understand why she has been here, but I also know they miss their woman as much as she probably misses them.
Without Nyx, I’m not sure I would have made it through this, and I can’t even say I’m through this. There is a hole in my chest that just will not go away. No amount of ice cream and pizza will fill it. I can laugh with the girls, but as soon as I am alone, I will cry myself to sleep again. I hardly know this man, and I feel likesomeone ripped my soul from my body. I’m going to blame the stress of everything. I was fucking kidnapped, finally saw how god-awful my ex was, and then decided to just leave Cal because I was afraid.
Yup, we will just say it’s a mix of everything causing this.
Dumb girl. You know that’s not why you feel this way.
Ignoring the annoying voice in my head, which has only gotten meaner since everything has happened, I climb out of my nest of fuzzy blankets on my bed. The snow on the ground looks gorgeous from outside my window. That’s when I remember that Nyx is still at work, who’s going to take me to work this morning?
Running out to the kitchen to grab my phone off the island, where Nyx probably plugged it in for me before she left. Next to my phone, I see a note, not in Nyx’s handwriting…with a set of keys.
Hey Sunflower,
I’ve been trying to figure out how to give these to you, and I can’t come up with anything better than a note snuck in by Nyx. Which, by the way, I’m so thankful you have her.
Your jeep is parked in my spot in the garage. I found the person who bought it off Mike and got it back for you. I took it to a garage, made sure all the upkeep was good on her for a while, and got the oil changed.
Here’s your independence back.
Love,
