Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 275(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I yanked open the door, and glared at her. “Where have you been?”
“Working,” she said.
“Why are you working there?” I asked, yanking my bag toward me, throwing it open, and observing the contents inside of it.
Yesterday, when I’d packed, I’d been a different person. I’d been “let’s wear whatever makes you comfortable” Morrigan. Today, I was “I want to look hot near Aodhan” Morrigan. Those were completely different girls with completely different fashion styles.
She shrugged, picking up the black leggings, a pair of hot-pink panties, and a black t-shirt off the bed before handing it all to me.
Aodhan’s t-shirt.
It would be absolutely massive on me—even back in high school his shirts had been massive—but it would be comfortable. And it somewhat appeased the whole ‘you need to look good for him’ thought process I had going on at that moment in time. Maybe seeing me in his clothes would please him…
“I was bored,” she admitted as she watched me get dressed. I didn’t bother to hide my nakedness from her. We’d moved beyond the point of being surprised when we saw each other’s naked bits. “But working there is a whole lot like actual work, and you know how I am.”
I did know how she was.
Folsom liked to do stuff that was fun. She’d do this job at the vet clinic at most a week, then she’d say, “okay, well, that was fun,” and move on. Only, those sweet women that were dating two of Aodhan’s club members would suffer.
“You can’t allow them to think that you’re there, when you’re not,” I ordered.
“I already told them that I had another job. They only call me in when it’s a true emergency. Like today. Yesterday. Whatever. Both of them were out with the stomach bug. Which I hope that I don’t catch. I avoided it last week with my kid. I had to stay in their clinic all day and night with a can of Lysol. I don’t think I can handle getting sick. I don’t like vomit.” She scrunched up her nose.
I made a cross with my fingers and said, “The power of Christ compels you.”
She snickered and whirled around, her eyes studying her complexion in the mirror.
“I’m probably gonna be okay,” she said. “I would’ve had it already if I were going to get it.”
She did have a point. Last week, her daughter had been projectile vomiting everywhere. She’d hired some cleaners out of Intercourse, Texas, of all places, who actually worked on crime scene cleanup of all things, to come and deep clean her house after the “incident.” Had she been going to get it, the likelihood when her kid was using her as a pillow in the middle of puking sessions definitely would’ve been when she was going to get it.
“Okay,” I finally said. “Why are you here?”
“Because your dad sold you to the devil?” She rolled her eyes. “And you’ve had a lot of trauma goin’ on in your life. I would be a horrible person if I didn’t check up on you.”
“Hello, anyone home?” I heard called out.
By a female.
I frowned hard, then crept to the side of the door to peer out.
I was on the second floor.
Huh, imagine that.
I had no recollection of climbing stairs yesterday, let alone Aodhan’s house being two stories.
How had I missed that? Not only how had I missed the second story from outside, but I’d actively had to climb upstairs…
“You’ve had a lot going on,” my best friend said, reading my thoughts. “Do you know who that is?”
I shook my head, then took the stairs down until I reached the middle landing between flights of stairs to see Danyetta standing in the entrance, a look of worry on her face.
“Oh, good,” she said, entering farther into Aodhan’s house as she saw me. “I didn’t want to come inside any farther and scare you.”
“You could’ve knocked,” Folsom suggested, being her usual asshole self. Though, granted, this time she did have a right to be a bit snippy. It was one thing for my best friend to come unannounced into the house I was staying in. It was quite another when Aodhan’s ex-wife did it. Even if we weren’t anything to each other, Aodhan and me, I was still a guest in his home. “It is kind of weird to enter someone’s home.”
Not to mention, Aodhan had an alarm. Had he given her the code?
I mean, logically, I would think that Bowie would need to have it if he ever planned to stay with his dad. But why would Danyetta need to know it unless she made it a common habit to come over to Aodhan’s house without him being here?
I deflated slightly at the thought.
“I have a key,” Danyetta said. “What about you?”
Folsom snorted. “In this day and age, with electronic everything, I don’t need a key to get in anywhere.”