22
Someone knocks on the door and the sound reverberates through the whole house. I sit up, feeling like I’m suffering from the world’s worst hangover. Who the fuck is at the door? I sent Jared a message on Facebook with my number, telling him to text me if anything else happens. He replied with anokayso I know he got it.
I pull my arm out of the covers and grab my phone, making sure I didn’t miss a call or text. I didn’t, and it’s making me even more annoyed. I don’t just want to sleep, I need to sleep. Maybe whoever is here is selling shit I don’t want and will go away.
I roll over, closing my eyes, and they knock again. And then I remember it’s the guy who’s replacing the glass.
“Fucking hell,” I mumble, and push myself up. I grab a pair of yoga pants and pull a sweatshirt over my head. It’s too hot for it, but my nipples show through the light pink cami I’m wearing and I’m much too lazy to mess around with a bra right now.
“Sorry,” I say, and answer the door.
“Didn’t mean to wake you,” Roy says apologetically.
“It’s okay. It’s late, I know. I had a rough night.” I wave my hand in the air and step back, letting him in. Another guy is out by the van, opening the back doors to get the glass out.
“We’ll be in and out a bit,” Roy says, walking to the sitting room. “Do you have any pets we should look out for?”
“Nope.”
He smiles. “That makes it easier for us.”
“Do you guys want coffee or anything?” I rub my forehead and close the door. “I haven’t made any yet, but I plan to. Lord knows I need it.”
“I might take you up on that. We’ll get right to work.”
“Okay, thanks.” I go back upstairs and fall into bed. I tell myself I’m just going to lie there for a few minutes, but end up dozing off, waking up with a start at the sound of a drill. I roll over, pulling the blankets up over my head. My air conditioners will arrive today, and I’m looking forward to my room being ice cold again.
My phone rings, and I assume it’s Gemma by the unknown number.
“Hey, Ace,” she says when I answer. She sounds more like her old self already.
“Hey. How are you feeling?”
“Much, much better. I slept all night. I haven’t slept for more than an hour or two at a time since I left the hospital.”
“Oh, right. That would be hard on you. Have you seen the doctor yet?”
“Not yet, but I was told he’d be in soon. Though you know that could be anywhere from ten minutes to three hours.”
I laugh. “Yeah,sooncan be a big time range for them. I’ll come up and see you later. Someone is here fixing a broken window for me, so once they’re done I’ll head up.”
“Did someone try and break in?”
“Something, not someone.” It feels good to have someone to be honest like this with. “I’m guessing it’ll take an hour or two, and then add in another two hours for driving. So I’ll see you after lunch.”
“I kinda feel bad making you drive all the way up here.”
“Don’t. If I didn’t want to drive, I wouldn’t do it.”
“I like that about you. You’re honest and don’t take shit.”
“I’m blunt. Some call it a personality flaw, but I like your take on it.”
“I need to be more like you.”
Yawning, I sit up. “If you hang around me more, I’ll probably rub off on you.”
She laughs. “I can only hope—oh, the doc is here. I’ll see you later. I’m in room four-oh-seven.”
