“It’s late, Shelb. We have to work tomorrow.” She yawns then, rubbing her eyes.
I don’t like that either. She needs sleep.
If she tries to go to work tomorrow, she will be exhausted after crying most of the night.
“Actually, you don’t. I’ve got it covered. If you even think about showing your face at the shop tomorrow, I’m going to spank you.”
Like hell! The only hands touching her sweet ass will be mine, but I do agree. If she so much as leaves her house tomorrow, I’m going to make certain she’s punished for it later when she’s under my care.
“You can’t kick me out of my own shop!” Olivia screeches.
“I can. I did, and you won’t stop me. You’ve been crying all night. Don’t even try lying to me because I can hear it in your voice.”
Fine. The best friend can live, but I don’t like her.
I watch my girl struggle with what to say, the need to argue clear on her face before her body relaxes, which makes me relax.
“Fine. Thank you, babe. I owe you.” She smiles at the phone as she picks it up again, and my chest feels lighter than it has since her sobs worked their way through my being.
“You totally owe me. Make me some of my favourite muffins, and we’ll call it even.” Olivia chuckles and agrees before they hang up.
It doesn’t take long before she moves around the house, shutting the lights off before getting ready for bed.
“Sleep well, baby. You’re safe, I promise,” I whisper into the air as I watch her fall asleep.