LOVE ‘EM(80)
It goes to voicemail. Try again. Voicemail. She’s just not fucking answering my calls.
Forget it. I trot to the guest house. The wound throbs like a motherfucker. I hold my arm over my left pec, blood trickles from the dripping towel, down my chest, soaking into the waistband of my shorts.
I bang on the door.
Before it’s even open, she says, “I thought I asked you to leave me alone.”
“I need you.”
“Holy crap, Danny.”
She runs inside. A couple of seconds tick by and she’s back, turning me toward her car and giving me a push.
She buckles me in and hits the gas. Her eyes are on the road, both hands white knuckling the wheel. “What the hell did you do?”
“The back door looked at me wrong and I had to take it out.”
“Does it hurt?”
Stings like a bitch. “Nah, it looks worse than it is.”
“You broke the door?”
“Yeah. You know, it’s an old house, apparently built before safety glass.”
“Why would you break the glass?”
“Told you, it—”
“Seriously, Danny. Why?”
“I’m pissed. Okay? Don’t you ever get so fucking mad you want to destroy shit?”
Mo shakes her head, not the kind of head shake that says no, but the kind that says you’re a fucking idiot. Only Mo wouldn’t say fucking, she’d say freaking or silly or some other ridiculous word. Though she did just—
I shift in my seat. “Did you say hell?”
She shrugs. “Maybe.”
My wrist stings like fire, but I laugh anyway. “What do you know? I made you cuss.”
“Hell isn’t a curse word. Not really.”
I nod. “Sure, okay. Whatever you say.”
* * *
Mo hasn’t said three words since I called her on cursing. I’d swear she’s embarrassed. Over the word hell. Ten minutes and we’ll be home.
“So, doc says I need to not use the hand for a couple of days. Think you can come up and help me out tomorrow evening and Saturday? Laney will be at the house in the morning, but when she leaves…”
She sighs. “Fine. Text me tomorrow when Laney heads out, I’ll come up. But don’t expect me to chat or keep you company. I’ll help you if you need something, but that’s it. Got it?”
“Yeah, of course. I’m disgusting. You wouldn’t want to talk to me or anything; one of my cooties may jump over on you and dirty you up.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Danny. I just—it’s best if we stay away from each other as much as possible.”
I slide my good hand over her leg.
She jerks her knees together. “Stop. I told you—”
My fingers trail to the top of her thigh. “I know what you said. But I’m betting you don’t mean it. I’m thinking, given the chance…”
She pushes my hand off. “Don’t. Don’t bet on anything. You’ll lose, Danny Jennings. You aren’t the guy I need. I’m not going down this road.”
Not the guy she needs.
What about the guy she wants?
* * *
I have to call my sister. There’s no way around it. I can’t go on like this. Something has to give. Lord, please, let Rachel not be off on the savannah, somewhere there’s no reception. I swipe the screen on my phone.
It rings three times, just as I pull the phone away from my ear, her voice comes through. “Danny!”
“Hey, Rach. How’re you doing over there in the wilds of Africa?”
“It’s hot. And there are a ton of bugs. And there was a lion in camp yesterday, but luckily no one got hurt. And, oh my gosh, Danny, you’d love it here.”
“Yeah? Think so? Miss us yet?”
She gets quiet, but only for a second. “Of course, I miss you. Have you seen Mo? I haven’t talked to her.”
“Yeah, she’s kind of why I’m calling.”
“Really? What is it?”
I take a deep breath and let it out nice and slow. “I want your blessing, sis. There’s something I have to do—it’s bad.”
CH. FIVE
The vibration beats into my brain. What? Ugh. Too early for text messages.
I grab my phone off the night table. Pushing my hair out of my face, I read the screen.
COME SAVE ME. Laney’s making me eat oatmeal. Seems to think my wrist being hurt means my stomach is sick.
I roll back over. No class on Fridays, I get to sleep-in. I’m amazed Danny’s even awake at eight in the morning.
* * *
An hour later my phone vibrates again.
BORED. Can’t play video games. Nothing on TV. COME SEE ME.
I prop up on one elbow and answer the text.
Go back to bed. Too early. Trying to sleep.
I flip to my stomach and slide the phone under the pillow next to me. Maybe that’ll muffle the vibration.