Page 29 of David's Love

I don’t know if that adds up to anything or not, but it just might. I’ll sleep on this.

And maybe I’ll move on with my investigation. Or maybe I’ll let the ghosts be ghosts.

If he walked away from that life that just happened to shape up his current life, he might have a good reason.

And I might have no business sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong.

“We’ll see,” I murmur again, bookmarking the website, saving the pictures on my computer, closing my laptop, and pondering the new developments when my phone starts to ring, and someone knocks on the door at the same time, almost giving me a heart attack.

5

ELIZABETH

“What the hell?”I mutter to myself, running a trembling hand through my hair.

I tip my gaze down and answer David’s call while rising from my bed and moving to the living room.

Chloe’s face is pressed against the window, and she has a pizza box in her hand.

Squinting, she looks inside, probably not seeing much.Even so, I step back, my heart skipping beats as I think fast.

Not again.

I spin around, head to the bedroom, and answer David’s call before putting him on speaker.

“Hi. Listen. Bad news,” I say in a rush, going straight to the bathroom, where I put my phone down and peel off my robe.

“What happened?” he asks, concern woven in his voice.

“Chloe is here with a pizza. She came unannounced,” I say, the volume of my voice going up a notch. “And I need to change,” I huff out, spinning away, picking up my sweatpants and an old T-shirt before using a cotton round to wipe away my lipstick.

Seconds later, I’m bent over, splashing water over my face and laughing nervously, while Chloe calls out my name outside.

“What is wrong with her?” I push out through grinding teeth. “She didn’t even call me.”

He doesn’t comment.

Finally, I'm way deep in my little drama.

“David?”

“Yes,” he says evenly.

I freeze.

“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice softening considerably. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he says in a different voice. “And don’t be mad at her. She’s your friend. It’s normal to show up uninvited.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, not contesting the logic of his words, mostly unsure of his feelings about me.

Chloe’s voice travels around the house, which makes me think she’s heading to the back entrance.

“I’m at the hotel. Call me later, if you can. If not, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

His voice is calm and settled while a twister of anguish moves maniacally through my veins.

Let's say he’s cool with it.

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