Don’t tell me she’s one of those nut jobs who believe in crystal healing.
Hmm.
It’s very eclectic in here. So unlike my perfectly styled penthouse.
I look along the spines of the books—what does she read?
Ugh, romance reader.
I would never have guessed that one.
There’s a small crystal dish and an array of gold jewelry. I smile as I pick up one of her rings and put it on the end of my pinkie finger.
Tiny hands.
I take it off and put it back and keep looking through her photos. It’s like show-and-tell and I’m learning all about her.
And surprisingly, not a cauldron in sight.
I retrieve her phone from her handbag and go back and sit down beside her, and she rolls toward me and puts her hand over my thighs.
My stomach flutters.
Stop it.
I really should be going, I’ve been here for hours. Where the fuck is that stupid Daniel and his sickly white teeth now?
“Kate.” I wake her. “Kate.” I hold her phone in front of her. “Unlock your phone for me, I’m going to call someone.”
She frowns and nestles closer into my thigh, and I run my fingers through her hair. We sit like this for a while and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it.
But I’m hungry; it’s now nearly 10 p.m.
“Kate.” I hold the phone up to her face. “Unlock your phone, please.”
“Hmm.”
“Kate.”
She fumbles around with it with her eyes still closed and passes it back to me.
She nestles back into my thigh and I watch her for a moment.
Okay, I’ll admit it.
I like her.
Not like her, like her, I just don’t hate her like I thought I did.
I go through the list of contacts as I look for the name Daniel.
Hmm, no Daniel.
I don’t know his last name . . . fuck.
That guy is fucking useless on all fronts.
Another hour later.
Maybe I’ll just go downstairs and get something to eat? Then maybe . . . I’ll just sleep here with her?
I mean, I can’t leave her alone.
Yeah, I’ll do that.
The bedroom door opens and I look up, startled. It’s Daniel.
Kate is fast asleep and her hand is in mine.
He frowns when he sees me and looks between Kate and I.
“She’s out cold,” I offer as an explanation.
“Umm . . . What’s going on?” he asks as he walks into the bedroom.
“She had a reaction to some medication and was groggy. I found her passed out in the office and brought her home.”
His eyes widen. “We need to take her to the hospital.”
“I already called emergency services, and she’s okay. Just sleepy, I’ve checked already. She’s conscious, just sleeping.”
He stares at her. “Wow.”
I stand. “I’ll go now that you’re here.”
He sits on the side of the bed beside her. “Baby?” he says. “Are you okay?”