Page 70 of Grumpy Sunshine

She glared at me as we passed each other, and I shut the door on her tirade.

“…going to make you pay for…”

I stared, unseeing, at the tiles under my feet.

What exactly was this life?

Four days.

It took me four days to feel like a human again.

It was on the fifth day of our confinement—Chevy had stayed with me, suffering in silence the entire time—that we both woke up and felt semi-human.

I took a shower and walked out of the stall in time to see him reaching out into the hallway of my apartment.

When his arm came back inside, it was with a huge bag of food.

My stomach rumbled at the sight of the grease soaking through the white paper bag.

He turned and saw me standing there, and his mouth tipped up at the corner.“That’s my shirt.I was wondering where it’d gone.”

At some point, someone had come over and washed our clothes.

I’m not sure who, I’m not sure when, but I’d had a nice, neat stack of clothes to choose from the moment I stepped out of the shower.

Which reminded me…

I called Silver as I walked toward Chevy, putting it on speaker like normal.

His eyes took me in, and I felt my face flame.

No longer being sick as a dog meant that I now paid attention to the way the man’s muscles rippled as he set the bags down.

Or the way those sexy eyes took in my every move.

“Hey, sissy,” Silver said.“Are you alive?”

“Barely,” I admitted as I took a seat on the chair that my mother had been strapped to a few days ago and placed my phone in the middle of the table.“I just got a shower, and for the first time in days I feel like I can move without too much effort.”

“Did you see that I did your laundry?”she asked.

I paused.“That was you?”

“It was,” she snickered.“Both you and that sexy ass man of yours were down for the count.But there was a man sitting on your couch that let me in.He has your eyes, sis.”

There was a long pause as I glanced at Chevy, who winked at me when he caught me staring.

My heartrate once again skyrocketed.

“About that…”

I told her everything I knew, and ended with, “Isn’t our mom lovely?”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?”she asked.“Did you say a diamond ring?”

“Yes,” I said.“Why?”

“Because I remember her having that.One time, I watched her shove it under her mattress, and I stole it.I still have it.”

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