Page 25 of Words from the Heart
“Fine.” Parker threw his hands up in surrender, “Just let me know when you hear something. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
Parker walked Hank to the door, waving as he pulled away. He didn’t care if Delilah wanted space, he was staying. It was nearly eight and his stomach was growling in anger. Parker headed into the kitchen and decided he was making dinner for them both. After throwing together grilled cheese sandwiches and some soup, he carried a tray upstairs.
“Delilah,” Parker called out as he knocked on her door, “Please open your door. I made some dinner. You need to eat.”
She pulled her door open, “What do you want? I told you that you could leave.”
“Yep, you did. But you need to eat, and I ain’t leaving. Made some grilled cheese sandwiches and soup.”
Delilah reached out and took the tray, “Thanks.” She slammed the door in his face. Parker clenched his fists, he wanted to punch the door, but he closed his eyes and took a deep breath instead. She was going to drive him mad with her shitty attitude.
“You can be a butthole all you want, but I am not leaving. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He turned, walking briskly downstairs. It was taking everything he had not to kick the door down and pull her into his arms.
