Wrong Number by Mila Hart

Author:Mila Hart [Hart, Mila]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mila Hart

ten

Jasmine

By the time the morning came, I felt like I’d been hit by a Mac truck. I’d tossed and turned most of the night. We’d consumed a little too much alcohol the night before, which hadn’t helped.

My mind had raced all night about what Seth was thinking. I knew he’d had a long day at the office yesterday, so I tried to tell myself that his coldness last night had nothing to do with me and that he truly was tired. He’d also had no clue it was me at the coffee shop—he couldn’t have—but I couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

“Get your ass up.” Shar chucked a pillow at me from my bedroom doorway and lunged across the room, diving onto my bed.

I bounced even though she barely weighed enough to lift the pillows off the bed. I’d truly forgotten she was even here, and as much as I loved her, I kind of wished she wasn’t. I just wanted some time to decompress and have a pity party for one. My best friend would never allow that, especially if she knew what it was over.

“I’m tired.” My voice came out as a muffled groan when I held the pillow over my face. “I slept like ass.” I peeked out from behind the pillow. “Did you at least have the human decency to make me any coffee?”

“Nope, but I will if you get out of bed.” Shar was way too chipper for someone who had consumed as much alcohol as she had last night. She hopped up and ripped off my blanket, knowing I’d get up if for no other reason than to chase her down to get it back. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” She dragged my quilt out the door and through the hall with her to the kitchen—bitch.

My eyes rolled back, but I did as she said because I needed a liter of coffee to survive the day. I didn’t bother changing and didn’t even look at my phone. Seth usually messaged me in the morning, and if he hadn’t, I wasn’t sure I was ready to deal with what that meant just yet. For someone who hadn’t want to meet the man, I was certainly bothered by my perceived shift in our dynamic.

The smell of coffee perked me up a little as I made my way toward the pot. Shar handed me a mug. “Good morning, sleepyhead. How’d you sleep?”

“Between the tossing and turning and the alcohol I consumed last night? Not good at all. I feel like total ass.” I breathed in my coffee, letting the aroma reach my brain before the caffeine hit my veins, and then I took a sip and sighed. It was the nectar of the gods. I couldn’t start my day without it. “How about you? You seem awfully chipper this morning.”

The smile that graced her lips told me she was up to something. “Well…” She paused for a moment as she stared out the window behind me.

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