here.”
“Just make sure you get up.”
“I will. Love you.” She hung up and called 411 for the address and number of the Inn. Luckily the attic room was available. Armed with the address, Charlie continued North on 29. She could not wait to crawl between the sheets of the big bed and hide from the world until she was ready to face it again.
The Inn was everything Rosie said it was. Mona, a small spitfire of woman, was warm and welcoming, clucking over her like a mother hen when she arrived. Rosie, no doubt, had tipped her off. For once she was grateful for her friend’s meddling.
A robust fire burned in welcome as she entered the well-appointed room. The sumptuously adorned bed was huge. The bathroom was large, with a claw-foot tub and separate shower.
“Just tug the bell cord by your bed if you need anything,” Mona instructed before quietly letting herself out.
Kicking off her shoes, fully clothed, Katy flopped on the bed, rolled herself up in the downy comforter, and slept.
The ping of her cell phone woke her from a deep sleep. Squinting, she looked at the little antique clock on her nightstand. It said 8:45 A.M. She’d slept for nearly twelve straight hours. Her cell pinged again. Her head popped up from the comforter like a prairie dog looking out from one of its ground burrows. Ignoring the erratic thud of her heart, Katy slid her glasses on, reached for her phone, and read the text. From Veronica. Monumental disappointment swept through her. It wasn’t Simon. How could it be, when he didn’t have her number?
I need your written permission to pull all text messages between you and Dr. Scott. No later than next week.
Katy’s stomach rolled. They were so personal, but more than that, she felt like a fool for having fallen for Evan’s lies. She sank back into the bed and stared at the ceiling. She had been a bigger fool for Simon. Because despite everything, she missed him so thoroughly she actually felt as if a piece of her heart had been chipped off.
She texted Veronica that when she got back into town, she would come by the office, then she slid from the bed, peed, and jumped in the shower. She was determined not to allow her broken heart to destroy her.
As she toweled her hair dry, her cell pinged again. It was either Rosie or Veronica. Uninterested, she went back to drying her hair. Dressed, she rang Mona for some coffee and it was only then that she picked up her phone and looked at the text.
Her heart leapt against her ribcage.
It was from Simon. How had he gotten her new number?
The picture and the ringtone remind me that I killed my brother.
Stunned Katy stared at the words.
My God
. How horrible. How did one respond to that?
I’m sorry, Simon. She didn’t know if she should ask him if he wanted to talk about it or, at the very least, what had happened.
Where are you?
I took your advice and got out of my cave.
Answer the question.
Taken aback by the abruptness of his words, she texted,
You have no right questioning me.
R u alone?
Now she was angry.
Did he think she was that hard up for a man?
That easy?
Alone as in am I fucking anyone?
Yes!
Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I needed your permission. For ANYTHING!
R u with anyone as in is anyone accompanying you?
No
Several minutes passed.
Would you like some company?
Who’s asking?
I am
Why?
Why do you have to make the simplest request complicated?
b/c im afraid
of what
of hurting again
She shouldn’t even be having this conversation.
we all hurt baby. Let me hurt you in a good way
Am I just some sex toy to you?
No, you’re much more than a toy.
I don’t know if I want company
Liar! May the morality police shoot her where she stood, because she wanted him more than anything.
Think about it?
K
She stared at the phone for a moment, thinking about what he’d revealed.
Simon?
Yes, Cinderella
Why did you tell me about your brother?
Because I want you.
Just for sex
I want you to trust me. And I wanted
“Just make sure you get up.”
“I will. Love you.” She hung up and called 411 for the address and number of the Inn. Luckily the attic room was available. Armed with the address, Charlie continued North on 29. She could not wait to crawl between the sheets of the big bed and hide from the world until she was ready to face it again.
The Inn was everything Rosie said it was. Mona, a small spitfire of woman, was warm and welcoming, clucking over her like a mother hen when she arrived. Rosie, no doubt, had tipped her off. For once she was grateful for her friend’s meddling.
A robust fire burned in welcome as she entered the well-appointed room. The sumptuously adorned bed was huge. The bathroom was large, with a claw-foot tub and separate shower.
“Just tug the bell cord by your bed if you need anything,” Mona instructed before quietly letting herself out.
Kicking off her shoes, fully clothed, Katy flopped on the bed, rolled herself up in the downy comforter, and slept.
The ping of her cell phone woke her from a deep sleep. Squinting, she looked at the little antique clock on her nightstand. It said 8:45 A.M. She’d slept for nearly twelve straight hours. Her cell pinged again. Her head popped up from the comforter like a prairie dog looking out from one of its ground burrows. Ignoring the erratic thud of her heart, Katy slid her glasses on, reached for her phone, and read the text. From Veronica. Monumental disappointment swept through her. It wasn’t Simon. How could it be, when he didn’t have her number?
I need your written permission to pull all text messages between you and Dr. Scott. No later than next week.
Katy’s stomach rolled. They were so personal, but more than that, she felt like a fool for having fallen for Evan’s lies. She sank back into the bed and stared at the ceiling. She had been a bigger fool for Simon. Because despite everything, she missed him so thoroughly she actually felt as if a piece of her heart had been chipped off.
She texted Veronica that when she got back into town, she would come by the office, then she slid from the bed, peed, and jumped in the shower. She was determined not to allow her broken heart to destroy her.
As she toweled her hair dry, her cell pinged again. It was either Rosie or Veronica. Uninterested, she went back to drying her hair. Dressed, she rang Mona for some coffee and it was only then that she picked up her phone and looked at the text.
Her heart leapt against her ribcage.
It was from Simon. How had he gotten her new number?
The picture and the ringtone remind me that I killed my brother.
Stunned Katy stared at the words.
My God
. How horrible. How did one respond to that?
I’m sorry, Simon. She didn’t know if she should ask him if he wanted to talk about it or, at the very least, what had happened.
Where are you?
I took your advice and got out of my cave.
Answer the question.
Taken aback by the abruptness of his words, she texted,
You have no right questioning me.
R u alone?
Now she was angry.
Did he think she was that hard up for a man?
That easy?
Alone as in am I fucking anyone?
Yes!
Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware I needed your permission. For ANYTHING!
R u with anyone as in is anyone accompanying you?
No
Several minutes passed.
Would you like some company?
Who’s asking?
I am
Why?
Why do you have to make the simplest request complicated?
b/c im afraid
of what
of hurting again
She shouldn’t even be having this conversation.
we all hurt baby. Let me hurt you in a good way
Am I just some sex toy to you?
No, you’re much more than a toy.
I don’t know if I want company
Liar! May the morality police shoot her where she stood, because she wanted him more than anything.
Think about it?
K
She stared at the phone for a moment, thinking about what he’d revealed.
Simon?
Yes, Cinderella
Why did you tell me about your brother?
Because I want you.
Just for sex
I want you to trust me. And I wanted
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