Spencer Cohen Series, Book Three (The Spencer Cohen Series 3) by N.R. Walker

Author:N.R. Walker [Walker, N.R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BlueHeart Press
Published: 2016-04-20T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

I spent the next however long curled up in my papasan chair, staring into space. Emilio, Lola, and Andrew were whispering in the kitchen, and I couldn’t bring myself to listen or care.

After a while, Emilio came over and put his hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be back up later. Okay, my friend? If you need anything, I’m just downstairs, okay?”

I managed to nod.

Then Lola kissed the top of my head and hugged me. “I’ll be back in a little while too, ’kay Spence? I just need to go make some arrangements for tomorrow. I’ll bring some dinner back with me, okay?”

The haze in my mind shifted. “What’s happening tomorrow?”

Lola looked so damn sad. “I have a four hour photoshoot tomorrow. I’ll see if I can get Angelica to cover it for me.”

I wasn’t following. “Why?”

“So I can be here with you.”

I shook my head. “No, it’s fine, Lola. I’ll be fine. Just stop by afterwards.”

“Honey, it’s no big deal. I want to be here with you.”

“Thank you, but honestly, I’ll be fine. I am fine. And Emilio,” I said, finally looking at him. “No need to come check on me. I’ll come down later, I just need some time, if that’s okay?”

Lola and Emilio looked at each other, then at Andrew, then at me. “You sure?”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah. I appreciate it, though. More than you know. I just need some space to get my thoughts in order, ya know?”

They both nodded silently, and Lola lightly touched Andrew’s arm as they walked out. I’d probably need to apologise to them both tomorrow, but for now, I really just needed silence.

I got up and went into the kitchen. The sandwich they’d made for me sat untouched on the counter. I considered eating it, but when I went to pick it up, my stomach rolled.

“You okay?” Andrew asked gently.

I nodded again, still staring at the chicken and mayo sandwich. “I feel like a Vegemite sandwich,” I whispered. “I haven’t had one since we were kids.”

Andrew put his hand on my back. “Did you want to talk about him?”

I shook my head. “Not right now.”

He dropped his hand. “Okay.”

When I looked at him, he was biting his lip. He looked worried and sad. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“I’m okay.” But that wasn’t it. He wouldn’t hold eye contact. “What’s really wrong?”

“Did you want me to go?”

What? “No.”

“You said you needed time and space, and if you don’t want Emilio or Lola here, then I can only assume you certainly don’t want me here either. You can tell me, you know. I’ll understand.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want you to go.” Jesus, it was the last thing I wanted.

“What do you need?” he asked me softly.

I sighed and pushed the sandwich away. “Not that.”

He nodded slowly. “Okay. Are you hungry?”

“No.”

He looked stung and lost for what to say.

“Sorry,” I whispered. I hung my head and took a deep breath. He stayed where he was, a very obvious distance between us. “I don’t know what I need right now.

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