He continued running his fingers through my hair. “What did you get up to while I was gone?”
I shrugged. “Got some emails. That’s pretty much it.”
“What kind of emails?”
“Notifying me of my last paycheck and the fact that I’ve been terminated.”
His grip around me grew tighter. “I’m sorry, Jasmine.”
“It’s not the first time my life has crumbled around me. I’m sure it won’t be the last.”
It was official. I hit the numb stage of coping with all of the shit swirling around me. I was good at it, too. Emotionally removing myself. Staying ignorant.
Obviously.
“I want to show you something,” Ghost said.
His voice interrupted my thoughts. “Huh?”
“Ranger set you up with a cell phone like I requested, yeah?”
I peered up at him. “You’re the reason he brought me a phone?”
He nodded as he held out his hand. “Let me see it.”
“O…kay…?”
I slipped my hand into my camisole and pulled out my phone, and Ghost’s eyes widened. They darted between my phone and my breasts, like he couldn’t believe I had just done that.
“What?” I asked as I placed the phone in his hand. “Women keep their important things in their bras all the time.”
His gaze lingered on my tits a bit before his attention dropped to the phone. My lips curled in a soft smile as I watched him shake his head.
If there was anything I found out during my lifetime about being a woman, it was that men were so easy.
I liked that he was easy, too.
“All right,” Ghost said as he handed the phone back to me, “check it out.”
“Check what out?” I asked as I looked down.
Only to see a black and white picture of my father in his…
I gasped as I whipped my gaze back up to him. “What?”
His green eyes gleamed down at me. “You like it?”
I gawked as I dropped my attention back down to not one, not two, but three different angles of my father’s room at the in-home care facility. One facing his bedroom head-on, one facing the window, and another on his bedside table, giving a different full-view of his room.
My eyes watered over, and my voice dropped to a whisper. “And nothing has happened?”
“Nothing has happened, firefly. I just figured, with you being so worried about your father and not really being able to go anywhere, that you could use the reassurance.”
I swallowed hard as my gaze dropped back down to the screens. “Does he know about them?”
“Yep!” Scout called from outside as he walked by the room.
My eyes darted to the bedroom door before looking back up at Ghost, and I found his eyes practically smiling at me.
