“Where’s your dad’s shirt?” Claire giggles, and my eyes widen.
“My dad never wears a shirt to bed,” Everly answers with a click of her tongue. “Does your dad wear a shirt?”
“Yes, but my dad’s belly doesn’t look like your dad’s belly. It’s hairy.”
“Ew!” Everly peals.
“Okay, how about the two of you give me some privacy, and I’ll be right out to help you.” Max has his dad voice on. Good move.
“Let’s go wake up Cozy next!” Everly cries excitedly.
“Um…” Max blurts out a noise that barely sounds human. “She um…went for a run.”
Fuck, Max! Everly is going to see right through that!
“Cozy doesn’t run,” Everly states knowingly. I’m equal parts touched and annoyed that she knows me so well.
“She, um…went for a breakfast run, I mean.” Nice save, Max. “I’ll call her to see if she can pick us up some pancakes.”
The two girls cheer, and I hear their feet thump loudly as they take off, leaving the door wide open. Bless their little hearts.
Max wraps the sheet around his waist and pads barefoot over to the door, and I hear the merciful click of a lock before I emerge from my duvet nest of anguish. I flop my hands on the side of the bed and blow a chunk of hair out of my face. “We might need Dr. Josh to make a house call.”
Cassandra is icing her knee at the breakfast table while Everly and Claire hit her with a million questions about how she hurt herself on her breakfast “run.”
“So there was a bird?” Everly asks again.
“Yes.”
“And a dog?” Claire chimes in next.
Cassandra nods gravely. “Yes.”
“And they ran into each other before they ran into you?” Everly looks dubious. I can’t blame her. I think there was a wizard in the story at one point, but Cassandra realized her error in judgment and changed wizard to whizzing. It got really messy after that.
“Are you sure the dog didn’t attack the bird?” Claire inquires, licking syrup off her fingers. “My dog loves to chase birds. One time he killed one. Ripped its head right off and dropped it on my mom’s good rug.”
“You have a dog?” Everly gasps, and I feel mildly concerned that she just skipped over the head ripping part of the story. “My grandparents have a dog.”
“Yes, his name is Rufus. He eats his own poop.”
“Ew!” They giggle together and begin talking about dogs and poop, giving Cassandra a much-needed reprieve from her epic tale of wizards, birds, and dogs.
I mouth a quick, “I’m sorry,” to her for the tenth time. I cannot believe I didn’t lock the door. It didn’t even occur to me last night. I suppose because it’s never been something I had to get in the habit of doing.
And honestly, after unloading on her a decade’s worth of baggage, I must have been too exhausted to even consider it. Jesus, that was a lot more than I intended to share with her. Hell, I think it was more than I said to my fucking therapist after a month’s worth of sessions.
Cassandra has this way of disarming me a lot. I thought banging it out would help with that, but I fear it’s just making it worse. She’s getting under my skin, and I’m not sure what I think about that.
The girls put their plates in the sink and go outside to play, giving Cassandra and me some privacy at last. I walk over to her and set my phone down on the table beside her, so my hands are free to inspect her knee. I grab her by the ankle and sit down on the chair that her leg is propped up, placing her foot in my lap. Pulling the ice off, I wince when I see a decent bruise forming already.
“Yikes. That’s going to leave a mark.”
“At least this mark was self-inflicted,” she murmurs, trying to look angry but failing miserably.
“You want me to call Josh?” I look up and watch her carefully.
“No,” she replies with a laugh. “Farm girl, remember?”
“How could I forget?” My hand lingers on her leg, and I have to fight the urge to slide my palm up between her thighs. Her breath hitches, clearly picking up what I’m putting down, but our dirty thoughts are interrupted when my phone pings with a notification.
Cassandra grabs it and slides it over to me while glancing at the screen. “Who’s Henley?”
A wave of adrenaline rushes through my body. “Fuck.”
“What?” Cassandra asks, her eyes darting down to the phone with a frown.