“Do you think Tara would check on my mom? Or maybe she wouldn’t. She seemed upset with me tonight. Was she upset with me?”
“For what?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“She wasn’t upset with you. She owes you. She absolutely would look in on your mom.”
I leaned against the counter, feeling tired or dizzy or something. “And maybe I can hire Lucy for Saturday just so Mom’s not aloneallweekend.”
“Good idea.”
I gripped the edges of the counter and stared at the wall in front of me. The room was dim, lit only from the hallway. I hadn’t flipped on the light when coming in here, and the room was spinning. “I’m still very drunk.”
He laughed. “You are. You did good tonight, by the way.”
“I’m sure I will regret it in the morning.”
“Which part? The singing or the excessive drinking?”
“All.”
He pulled me close. “You keep surprising me.”
“I’m not actually full of surprises, I’m actually pretty predictable, so don’t expect much more than what you’ve seen.”
He pressed his lips to mine several times, lingering close to my mouth between each kiss. “What I’ve seen is what I need.”
My chest expanded with his words, and my arms snaked around his waist. “Don’t make me take you right here,” I said.
“You’re still very drunk,” he reminded me.
“Oh, right.” I grabbed a handful of his ass. “Later.”
He let out a quiet laugh, then gave me a slow, passionate kiss that set my insides on fire.
“Maybe I’m not that drunk,” I said.
“I should go. Do you need help getting to bed?”
“No, I’m good.” I walked him to the door.
“I’ll see you soon, Sutton.” He placed one more kiss on my lips and then left.
I leaned my back against the door, then sighed like a lovesick teenager.
“Okay, so here are her meds. She doesn’t take these anymore, but she does take these three, and she can take this one if she’s in pain. It’s all written down here.”
“You know I’m a nurse, right?” Tara asked, standing in the kitchen with me Friday morning as I was spelling everything out for her. Along with the chart I’d made weeks ago for her medication schedule, I’d made another one for where things were kept in the house and a list of emergency contacts.
“I know,” I said.
“She seems to forget I have a brain as well,” my mom called from the other room.
“I haven’t,” I said. “I just want to make sure more than one person knows.”
Tara put her hand on my arm. “She’ll be fine. You’ve done good.”
“Thanks for doing this,” I said.
