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Katerina didn’t say a word, but she watched me as I eyed her from head to toe. I bit my bottom lip-loving how much it turned her on to hear me tell her I was going to put a bullet in someone.
“Who is she?” She finally got out after realizing I didn’t tell her.
I knew my eyes held a stern expression from the way she tried to match it.
“Someone I trust with my life,” Was all the answer I was giving her. I pulled my wrist from her hand harshly causing her to stumble a bit.
I didn’t give her the opportunity to say anything else as I left her in my bedroom. I had shit to do and a clear mind was what I needed the most right now.
Chapter 13
Katerina
I wanted to feel bad for the way I reacted to whoever Carson was talking to but at the same time, I knew that deep down inside, I genuinely didn’t. The first day and night that Carson was gone, there wasn’t much to do. I explored his house trying to take a good look at it. I found his gym downstairs, a shooting range in the backyard and binge-watched shows I missed. I called my family to let them know that I was doing alright and also reactivated my Facebook along with Instagram.
It was odd being back online and seeing how all my friends or rather people I knew moved on with their lives. I got a lot of random posts on my timeline welcoming back. I didn’t reply to any, but I get a message from Cassie. I hadn’t seen her since Jude’s funeral. I barely registered that anyone was there but I remember my family and her.
We chitchatted, I learned now that she was married and that she lived in Los Angeles just like us except she lived in Oakland and us, well Carson lived in Santa Clara. She was paying me a visit today since we started chatting yesterday. I heard the doorbell ring and I got excited, hoping to see a familiar face that didn’t hate me years after. As I opened the door to this massive house and its cream, beige, and browns décor, I was met with a tall delivery man and a puppy in his hands.
“Umm hello?” I greeted him.
The delivery man, Frankie, according to his nametag, smiled at me.
“I was told to bring this little guy here for you. He was supposed to get here yesterday but we had issues with other things. I am so sorry.”
I looked from Frankie to the tiny chocolate Labrador. Its big, soulful brown eyes melted my heart.
“Aww,” I said then I looked up at Frankie. “It pains me to say this, but I think you have the wrong house,” I pouted just taking to the damn little thing.
“Are you Mrs. McDermott?” He asked.
I nodded,
“Yeah, I am.” I couldn’t help the smile on my face. It had been years since someone referred to me as Mrs. McDermott.
Frankie smiled with me,
“well, then ma’am. This here, the little guy is for you. His name is Brownie,” he handed him over to me. “Can I bring all his stuff in too?”
I stepped to the side, as I lifted the little guy up in the air. I smiled at the name wondering who sent me him. I waited until Frankie brought in all of Brownie’s toys, bed, and whatever else he needed then before he left, I asked him a question.
“Uh, excuse me, Frankie? Can I ask you something?”
He smiled at me; I should tip the poor guy for doing all this.
“Sure.” He replied.
“Who sent me this gift?”
“Oh!” Frankie’s face lit up as though he just remembered something. He ran to his delivery van and came back in with a card. “I almost forgot this, I’m so sorry ma’am.”
I politely smiled,
“It’s okay,” I took the card out of his hand.
As I opened the card, the lullabyGreensleevesstarted to play. It brought an ache to my chest for a second, but I read on.
I could never give you Jude back,
