Page 7 of Peasants and Kings
The adrenaline had worked its way out of my bloodstream, and I leaned back against the couch cushions in exhaustion. “Strong. Yeah.”
“I’m serious. You did what your mother said to do. You disappeared. You tried to start a new life. And then you screwed it all up by rescuing some kid.” She smiled. “You’re not just strong, you’re a good person. So good, Sterling.”
Emotion fizzed in my throat. I couldn’t speak through the tightness, so I reached out and squeezed her fingers.
Tiffany raised the bottle of rye. “To Violetta.”
“To Mama.”
We passed the bottle back and forth until I was too tired to keep my eyes open. When I finally lay my head on the couch’s accent pillow, my legs strewn across Tiffany, I could almost pretend we were teenagers again, gossiping about the boys in our class and rating them on a sliding scale of hotness. I could almost pretend we had our entire lives ahead of us.
My eyes drifted shut, and I let myself believe I was still that girl who didn’t know what the future held.
“Sterling?” Tiffany whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“Do you trust me?”
Chapter Two
“Psst. Hey. Hey, Sterling. You’re drooling.”
I opened my eyes and caught Tiffany’s grin as dreamy morning light filtered through the large glass living room window. She held out a cup of coffee to me and I reluctantly sat up, realizing I’d fallen asleep on the couch.
“What time is it?” I asked, taking the coffee from her.
“Nine.”
“I don’t even remember falling asleep,” I murmured, stifling a yawn.
“I tried to get you to move to the guest room, but you flung me off. So I covered you with a blanket and left you to it.”
I looked into the coffee mug, steam rising toward my face. “Thanks.”
“How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know. Exhausted. Numb. Confused.”
Her aquamarine eyes were clear, and her skin was flushed with health. She didn’t look like she’d been up late pounding rye whiskey and talking to me about my past and my very screwed up present.
“There’s a clean towel in the guest bathroom. Did you bring a suitcase with you?”
“I left it in my car in the parking garage. I should grab it real fast.”
“I’ll have Jerry get it.” She called down to the security desk and a few minutes later Jerry stood at Tiffany’s threshold and she was giving him my car keys.
Jerry came back within ten minutes, handing off my suitcase. I thanked him as Tiffany closed the door.
“You passed out last night before I could offer you leftovers. You must be starving.” She smiled.
“I haven’t eaten anything since yesterday morning,” I admitted.
“Take a shower. I’ll have eggs ready by the time you get out.”
“Eggs would be good. Tiff? What am I going to do about this mess?”
“Shower first, food second, discussion third,” she said, her tone not allowing for argument. “There’s a fresh bottle of my favorite lavender body scrub. I swear it’s transformative.” She pointed in the direction of the guest room. “Go.”
