Just Visiting by Adler Dahlia

Author:Adler, Dahlia [Adler, Dahlia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Spencer Hill Press
Published: 2015-11-16T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

REAGAN

I’m surprised at how well I slept, all things considered, but the second I wake up, last night worms its way back into my brain with a vengeance. How is it possible to feel such a strong connection with somebody but miss the most vital piece of information about him?

It’s all in your head, a voice that sounds suspiciously, frustratingly like Fitz’s fills my brain. Stop trying to replace me, Babe. It’s not gonna happen.

“Shut up,” I mutter under my breath as I lather up with a trial-size bottle of Johnson’s baby shampoo. The smell is homey and comforting, and I wish I could use up the entire bottle, but with the amount of money I’m wasting on these stupid trips, I can’t afford to take liberties with other stuff. At least breakfast this morning is free, and no matter how badly I want to avoid Dev, there’s no way I’m letting him screw me out of complimentary waffles for a second time.

Besides, I can’t help hoping that he’ll have some sort of explanation that’ll sweep me off my feet, or at least something that will make me feel like less of a complete moron. I could’ve sworn all the signs were there, that there was actual electricity, but maybe I was just seeing what I wanted to see, feeling what I wanted to feel.

Maybe I am just trying to replace what I once had.

There’s a loud knock on the door; Vic’s awake. “You almost done?”

“Yeah, just a minute,” I call back. I finish rinsing, shut off the water, flip my hair to dry it with a towel, and then wrap the towel around myself. “You can come in.”

She looks like total crap when she does. I’ve never seen such dark circles under her eyes, her face is creased with lines from her pillow, and her hair’s a mess. It looks like I’m not the only one who had a rough night. “Trouble sleeping?”

“Uh huh.” She examines herself in the mirror and her mouth twists sourly. She grabs her toothbrush and squeezes on a huge blob of toothpaste.

I step out of the shower and take a closer look at the back of her head. Is that…grass? “Did you go out again last night after I went to sleep?”

“Ah eh oo a no.”

“Uh, pardon?”

She spits and rinses. “I left you a note. On your bag.”

“Oh, I didn’t see it. Where’d you go? Did you take my car?”

“Nope.” I watch her poke and prod at her face. “Jamie picked me up.”

“Jamie? Dev’s Jamie?”

“If that’s what we’re calling him now.” She turns on the faucet and splashes water on her face. “Are you done with the shower?”

Do I have wax buildup in my ears or something? “Why on Earth would you go out with Jamie? I didn’t think you guys were even friendly.”

“We’re not,” she says flatly. “I just wanted to get out, and now I don’t really wanna talk about it. So is the shower free for use or what?”

Vic’s not a morning person, but I’ve never seen her quite this pissed off before 9:00 a.

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