Page 24 of We Own Tonight
My eyes catch on the plastic card sitting in my cup holder, and I know exactly what I’m going todo.
Chapter Eight
Heather
After Brodyand I left Stephanie, we had back-to-back calls. We were nonstop all day, and I’m exhausted. Thanks to shift work, I have the next three days off, and I couldn’t be happier. Which is good since I need all those good vibes for the phone call I’m about tomake.
I have to call Nicoleback.
“Hey,” I say as I flop on mycouch.
“Hey yourself. Where the hell have you been? I called you fourtimes.”
I give her a rundown of the calls we had, purposely leave out the encounter with Eli, and lay my head back. “I’m beyondbeat.”
“Is Stephanieokay?”
“She seems to be. We had a really good talk.” I fill her in on my hospital trip. It feels good that we got everything out in the open. I know both of us dance around each other sometimes. Stephanie a lot less than me. When her mind isn’t in the right place, she lets it allfly.
“I’m glad. So, since that’s out of the way, let’s talk about the othernight.”
“Nic,” Igrumble.
“No. You made me scale a freaking fence. You’re not getting out of this. I’ve given you space, but that’s not happeningtonight.”
I can only imagine how much this has been eating at her, but I don’t want to get into this right now. Maybe notever.
Thankfully the doorbellrings.
“Shit, my pizza’s here. Hold on,Nic.”
I put the phone on the coffee table and grab my wallet before opening thedoor.
“Good to see you again, Heather.” Ian the pizza delivery guy smiles. I try not to let the fact that the pizza guy knows me by name depress me too much. It’s my go-to food after a twelve-hourshift.
“You, too.” I return his smile, and he looks me up and down. He’s a nice kid, but his roaming eyes are a bitmuch.
Ian hands me the pizza, and I head inside for a night of Nicole’sinterrogation.
“Okay,” I put the phone to my ear. “I’mback.”
“And you were about to tell me about your sex withEli.”
I take a massive bite of pizza and moan. All the gooey cheesy goodness is like a party in mymouth.
“Heather!” Nicole yells as I take anotherbite.
“I’m eating,” I say as Ichew.
“Pizza is not more important than my need forinformation.”
The doorbell rings again, and I thank God for small miracles. “Hold again,” I say as I hold the phone against myshoulder.
I walk over, smiling because I know that Nicole must be going out of her mind. “Did youfor—”
“Hello, Officer Covey.” Eli grins as he leans against the doorframe. “I was hoping you were home. We didn’t get a chance to finish ourconversation.”
Not even thinking, I close the door and stand there. Holy shit. What thehell?
