I just want to know you’re safe
We can figure this out
“Fuck you!Figure it out with your tramp!” I yell, throwing my phone across the room. It clatters to the floor with an unsatisfying clunk. If I felt like getting out of bed, I’d go flush it down the toilet. I never want to speak to him again.
So much for responding like a reasonable adult.
“Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Sitting up—way too fast for the situation—I feel dizzy and sick when I see Dax, wearing a T-shirt that stretches across his chest and a pair of athletic shorts, standing in the doorframe of the room holding a tray.
“Ugh. Did yesterday really happen?”
“’Fraid so.”
“I wish we could rewind it so it never happened.”
Dax sets a tray down on the nightstand before walkingto the windows and throwing the curtains open. A steady stream of rain is coming down.
“Then you’d still be getting married to Duncan. Is that what you really want?”
“No.” I flop back down on the bed and tug a pillow over my eyes. “I can’t believe I almost married someone who is cheating on me.”
“At least you ended it before you said I do. That’s one bright side.”
“I guess you could say that.”
“Have you heard from him?”
“Yes.”
Dax drops down onto the bed next to me and pulls the tray with two full plates over onto his lap. “And that’s why you’re throwing things?”
“Yes.”
“Maybe eating something will make you feel better.”
I sit up, inhaling the scent of bacon, hash browns, eggs, and coffee. “Doubtful, but I won’t say no.”
Grabbing a piece of crispy bacon from my plate, I bite a piece off.
“Better?” Duncan asks, taking the bottle of ketchup and squeezing it over his hashbrowns.
“Yes.” I lean against the bed, munching quietly. “When did you have time to make all of this?”
“Well, when you sleep in, it’s easy.”
“What time is it?”
“Almost eleven,” he tells me.
“Seriously?”
He nods. “I didn’t really want to wake you up after yesterday.”
“I can’t hide forever.”
“You can for a few days.”
