Page 33 of Waiting Forever
“I want to be alone.”
“Is this about what happened in Dallas? I can’t help if you won’t talk to me.”
She groans. “You can help by leaving me alone.”
“My job isn’t to leave you alone.”
“Yourjob?”
“That came out wrong.”
“I’m not your job, Nathan, or your cousin. I’m a friend, and I’m asking you to leave this be.”
Has any woman ever told me to leave her alone this much? I want to hug her, but I also want to shake some sense into her. “I’ll meet you at home then.” I had planned to return to the office after seeing her, but that will have to wait.
“I’m not going home,” she blurts.
“Dammit, Kensi. I’ll track you if I have to.”
“You can’t always have what you want, Nathan.”
“Don’t I know it.” My breathing blows hot. I glimpse my exit and jerk the wheel before I miss the off-ramp.
“What doesthatmean?” she snaps.
“Meet me at home and I’ll tell you.”
No response. No sound at all.
“Hello? Kensi?”
She ended the fucking call. While I was talking. I dial her number again.
Her phone is turned off.
Fuck.I punch the steering wheel and call my dad.
No answer from him, either.
“Seriously?” I shout to no one. Is the universe pissed at me?
My driving could get me arrested. I turn in to the nearest plaza and park until I cool off.
A text from my dad comes in. I unhook the phone from my car and read it.
In meeting.
I call Mom. As the owner of multiple real estate offices, she works sixty plus hours a week and rarely has time to talk. To my surprise, she answers.
“Nathan. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“The pleasure is always there, you just don’t answer your calls.”
“You’re angry,” she says, as calm as ever.
I close my eyes and slow my breathing. “Not at you.”
“Hmm. I see.”
